It was still the words that she had heard, the things told to her about the foreigners. She wondered if she should tell her Pasha. As she slipped back...into her tent, she set the crossbow down and returned to his side. He didn’t seem to be in pain now. He looked like he was resting peacefully. She almost thought that she would be able to close her eyes and rest. However, rest would not come to her this very early morning, as just as her eyes began to close, the first sounds of movement outside. I carefully set the table and waited for Momto arrive. Six o'clock came and went without any word. At six thirty, Ibegan to worry. I dialed her cell phone and urged her (in my mind) topick up as it continued to ring. At last I heard her loving voice. "Joan, I'm so sorry," she said to me. Her words gave me both relief andadded worry. "Sorry for what Mom?" I asked her. "I had to work late and forgot to call. I'm on my way home now and willbe there in ten minutes," she said. Relief washed over me.. He couldn’t wait to partake. To him, tonight, she looked so exotic. There was barely a trace of the studious academic. “They’re sexy. Look at the other couple over there.” Asia followed his eyes to another dancing couple. Another crowd had separated and the couple almost slithered in unison to the music. The dancers were amazing and just seemed to emerge from nowhere at various intervals. Who ever had thought of this concept was a genius. Asia gulped down the rest of her champagne. She could. This time I removed her blouse and bra fully after I removed her saree and petticoat and made her totally naked. She told me to switch off the lights as she was felling shy she did not want to see my eyes and wanted only fun and nothing else. She was still in a daze as to what was going on. I took a look on her whole body, with her legs up/down backside/side wards told her to stand and had looked her beautiful cunt and big buttocks as I had seem them with but with the saree covering it. I then.