" I promise," said Mark. "We talk regularly when we're apart." Good. I know your parents will do the same but it helps to have someone of a similar ag... around the place."Mark nodded."I'd like it if you were to keep in touch." I'd like that too," he smiled.She patted him on the arm. "Au revoir then," she said."What was all that about?" demanded Serena."Tell you later."A marquee had been erected in the garden and eventually they were shepherded into it for an excellent lunch. There was a seating. Covering my chastity enclosed cock were a pair of tiny thongpanties; my bottom was clearly visible, as was signs of recentchastisement on my globes.My legs were encased in sheer white seamed stockings, held up by a pairof frilly pale blue lace and silk bridal garters. My feet were squeezedinto a pair of 5' white stilettos, around my ankle was a gold chain witha tag attached, and etched into the gold were the words "I like myMother to make my little cock spurt!" Long bridal satin gloves. Manjula had known poverty, had known deprivation, had known cruelty and suffering to a degree he could barely imagine. He, on the other hand, had lived like an emperor, studied at well-furnished schools, driven smooth-running cars on neatly paved roads, never had to worry about bombings or invasions, and didn't give any more thought to life except to which high-paying job he could get — or whether he could get his girl to suck his cock. What a waste of space, he thought bitterly.Manjula dozed. Again I do the same with the other guy as I had with the first one, massaging his cock and sucking it, but leaving before he can cum. I then strip and lay on the table, my legs spread in obvious invitation, and look at my girls, and one of them strips and comes over and starts licking my pussy in a 69. At that point, for the first time since the meeting started, the conversation of the meeting finally stops to the sounds of our love making and my other two girls also strip and make love to each.