I was unable to share my fears with any of my followers or the females that shared my bed because it would taint their thinking about the universe and...leave me open to suspicion of witchcraft or some sort of mental breakdown.I had the sense that the Indians that came into contact with me knew I was not of this plane of existence. At least, they didn’t think I had some sort of white man agenda that included genocide or improvised deportation from their own country of origin.I remember I had. Ana is proud of us for making "good effort" today, and gets to work on us, doing more assisting and advice, letting us do most of face painting. Tanya is not there, and we never see her again.(In future, I ask about her and am told, "we took her to live with a farm family" where "she will be very happy".)Mr. Aronoff and Ken arrive when we are nearly done, but they are not alone. Two strangers, young burly men are with them. At first, I think they are men from nightclub, but they are not. . When I went away to college I got a part-time job dancing in a strip club on the weekends. Nothing made me feel more powerful than knowing I was the center of every guy’s attention and the object of their kinky desires as I made love to the pole. In their minds I was what they couldn’t get from their wives or girlfriends. To them I was the personification of their wet dreams.It was such a fucking trip leading them on, turning them on, giving them just enough to keep them coming back for more. I. I peeled it off from her body, exposing two dark, beautiful globes of utter delight, with the nipples proudly up. I bent down and took her right nipple in my mouth, while my hand took the left one and I started teasing it. She pulled me down tight towards her. “Suck me, Babu. Suck me hard. Bite my nipple Babu. Hurt me my Lord. I want you, and want you badly. When I was playing with myself, it was you I was thinking of Master. How handsome and how Majestic you are even now. And how well you have.