I feel like it is cutting into me, but I can't be sure. I let out a low moan of pain, but don't yell out. Fear races through me as I try to remember w...at happened, but the last day is a blur. I almost begin to thrash in my chains when a small light flickers on a little ways from me...A woman is on a TV screen. She is in all black robes, and her bright red hair hangs down the cracked yellow mask she wears. A dark purple smile, thinly drawn, crosses the mask at an odd angle. I hear another chain. Her saree was an inch below navel. She has deep round navel and navel is my weak point, I get aroused when I see navel of a woman wearing saree. Looking at her sexy fair skin exposed so much, it was difficult for me to control my erection. I was wearing kurta-pyjama which could have made my tent visible outside, but somehow I controlled it to not make it visible outside our group was sitting in audience and we were enjoying the cultural events happening in auditorium. In between Neha went out. I responded, "I could not forget it." She then proceeded to move her legs farther apart and raised her knees. She told me to get my tongue back in her box while Carrie recharged my cock. I immediately went to my elbows and knees with my tongue again at work. Carrie came up behind me and grabbed my dick with her left hand and my balls in the other and started stroking. I regained my hardness almost immediately and after Carrie told her that I was ready Rhonda said, "Get up here and slam that. Anyway, she wore a cotton sari so I made her take off her blouse and wear the sari in the traditional Bengali way; she looked ravishing like that. I laid her on the bed and raised her arms to sniff at her deep set pits.As soon as I did that, she began to resist. I was amazed. What happened? She began to throb and told me that her armpits were the most sensitive parts of her body and she just could not bear any touch there; she felt so ticklish and sexed. So I just brought my nose close to her.