He forgot the question."What about protection," he pleaded, knowing that she'd have to say no for him to stop now.Ashley responded this time, "Ooo, is...brother worried about cumming inside his little sister's pussy. That would be bad wouldn't it...?"She lifted her butt off the bed now, her brother's tip was so close to being inside of her. She knew how much trouble she could be in if her brother's cum ended up inside of her, but the thought of it only spurred her on."What if you just stopped. I was hot enough. When I got out and dressed, I noticed my cell phone vibrating on my dresser. It was a voice mail from Phil Carter, one of my co-workers. The Brits wanted a conference call in an hour. SHIT! I emailed mom that I had to go to work for a while. She replied back, "Darn. Well at least come over for a cup of coffee. What we have to talk about can keep for a little while. Although, I'm percolating faster than the coffee. See you in a few. Oh, BTW, don't forget my panties." I put hem. We boarded the bus and left to Mysore. She never spoke a single word with me until we were out of Bangalore.She relaxed and started to talk. I was staring at her boobs through her niqab on the bus and she too noticed it and teased me by folding her hands below them. It was a 2.5-hour journey from Bangalore to Mysore and we reached the hotel in Mysore by 12 pm. We went inside the room and sat on the bed.During the entire journey, I always wanted to lift her veil which covered the face and see. Most were blonde like these two, or at least dyed or spiked their hair blonde, and all worked shirtless and were required to stay tanned. Some were models, strippers, or personal trainers who worked for GBPS part time; others, like Cody, were full time and had extremely loyal clientele. Cody was 27, had worked there for four years, and was the classic California surfer boy. He was 5’11, had longish dirty-blonde hair with light-blonde highlights, a kind of a cocky-stud’s face, a smooth, firm,.