The Crazy Russian, shortly before he disappeared, gave me a letter of introduction and the numbers to a money account in a New York bank and in a seco...d, off shore bank in Bermuda. I knew nothing of the amounts involved, only that the Crazy Russian said I would be well taken care of. I planned to wire the New York Bank from Chicago before going on.The landing at San Francisco International was hair raising to say the least. We landed in a turbulent thunderstorm and literally swayed in all over. Her little cock stiffened and pulsed as he produced a huge black silk sack; Honey was lifted to her feet and glanced lovingly at her new owner as he shut her out from the daylight, ready for her journey. The sack went right down to her ankles; straps were applied around her knees, waist, arms and neck. Honey made muffled whimpers as she enjoyed full bondage, her little cock stroked at the silk; how she wanted a whipping now.The huge man deftly picked up his prize and casually put her over his. The darkness inside the tent made it easier when we bedded down for the night. We had all but exhausted the conversation around the campfire and daddy had loaded up with firewood to illuminate my outline as I stripped off between both men.I could see daddy and Dan as silhouettes lying in wait both watching me as I disrobed, my nudity exuding my feminine scents as I disrobed my scanty underwear and feeling Dan's hand, cup my small breast and his groan on feeling my pebble hard nipple responding. They approached the head of the table to sit on the cushions. A signal for the guests to follow suit. Anne and Mary, dressed in long diaphanous dresses which did little to hide their heavy breasts, with belts round the waist, their hair hanging loose over their shoulders, took the parts of wine maidens, making sure that the goblets of each guest was never empty. The wine maidens stood at wine tables set behind the Sultan, moving to the guests whose goblets required replenishing. As they leaned.