We must start early. I must purchase your gear before we go. I do not live far we can walk. The exercise will do you good.”Dean found Dorjee’s hom... primitive but clean. He found Dorjee’s wife, Sanguru, just about the most attractive little thing he’d ever seen. Her big brown eyes stared out of a face that combined the best features of her Tibetan and Indian blood. Her beautiful eyes were slightly slanted, her flawless skin was light brown, and her long, black hair was tied back. A colorful sari. I am ogling it as well, she is very impressive, the biggest we have had. Good tits as well. And I want you to watch me blow her cock when she is finished with you.”I have lost count the very erect cocks I have blown since my first one when I was around twenty - twenty-five years ago. In recent years I have developed a penchant for blowing tranny erections while my man watches and enjoys. Right now I have never wanted to have any erection as much as this one. I am so turned on tongue kissing. No answer, no echo. Louder. Still nothing. Loudest. Still quiet as death. I can’t feel my body; can’t move a finger or toe. “Where can I be?” I ask out loud, as I slip back into sleep. I’m awake, suddenly. An echo returns the click of a latch. Eyes open. Only darkness. I close them, yet it’s no darker. I feel warm. My legs and arms seem bare, but I can feel them, and move them. Damn! Just barely. I’m tied up. His handiwork, again. I am on something soft, like a bed or a cot. Flat on my back,. (I plan to write up a short story about a dog incident that happened there later)After we had finished dessert, Cathy's mother announced that since it had been awhile since we had been together she had made a fire in the fireplace for us. She then said she was going to her room and would not be back out until morning so if we wanted to make love on the white furry rug in front of the fire we could without being disturbed. Cathy and I sat on the couch in front of the fire while her mother.