At this point Billy finally took initiative on his own; he wanted these two hot-assed bitches to be his sluts and looking over at Diane's luggage, he ...aw how he was going to do that. From Diane's bags, Billy pulled out sets of leather blindfolds, handcuffs, leg spreader bars, two ball gags, two sets of thigh high boots, leather for Diane and PVC for Sally and leather paddles that looked to Billy like ping pong paddles. Billy knew what this stuff was and how to use them from his favorite BDSM. The sounds of our heavy panting, loud moans of sheer lust, guttural talk, and the thigh-slapping sounds created an extremely intense carnal atmosphere.I had never before achieved this level of sexual rapture in my life. I found myself mouthing the most filthy words I had ever spoken in Bengali.“Ore Joy re tor ma je ar parche na re. Tor dhoner khochay je amar guder jol khoshbe re. ne sala motherchod to mayer guder jole chan kor re.”(Oh, Joy, your mom can’t bear it anymore. The cock strokes are. In their second semester of college, both girls were taking a full load of classes and working two jobs to try and save some money for the next year's tuition."Do you like my new car?" she asked, smiling sweetly."Your new car?" his eyebrow shot up."Gabe sold it to me," she said."How much?" A dollar," she replied.Andy frowned. First of all, Gabe's Skylark was worth closer to twenty thousand dollars. Second, he didn't like the idea of being given things for free; Andy Crawford was a proud man,. "My what? Michael Gregory Wagner! You didn't? ... You did!"Yes, Ambassador Randall, I did!" I said smiling.Catherine was amazed, but I sensed her pride in me also.Liz was stunned! Their maternal grandfather (their mother's father) had been a young diplomat on the staff of the U.S. Ambassador to Spain, in the 1890s. He had filled the young sisters with stories of exotic places, people, and experiences. Ever since, it had been a secret, unattainable dream of Liz's to one day become a diplomat.