Well you get the idea. I couldn't stand it and escaped as only a true TV can - I ran into the bedroom and got dressed.At least I tried to. I couldn't ...elp myself; I had to see what those little tags on the clothes said. My bra warned me to wash in cold water and hand dry. My girdle warned me that prolonged squeezing of my abdomen could lead to faintness, intestinal problems and funny marks on my skin. My pantyhose could cause strangled calves if worn too long. Boy was I glad to know that, how. When you are on the beach hawkers approach you to sell artificial jewelry.Some South Indian ladies and men offer to give coconut oil massage. One of those massage hawkers managed to convince one of those ladies for a massage. He started rubbing oil on her head and neck on the beach. It was kind of new thing for me. Indians generally don’t go for a massage on the beach whereas foreigners just love Indian oil massage.I was enjoying watching one of the gals getting massaged by a hawker and then. “A slut is always going to be a slut, babe. All one needs to be shown that truth is a firm hand wrapped around her throat and the other one working its fingers deep in her cunt. I know what makes you tick. I always have. That’s why you’re still trying to get my cock, even if you’re married. You need me to make you feel like a woman.”“Okay, Curtis,” she said, panting. “You win. You made me cum and yes, I want your cock. I will never say no to you using me for sex. I know where I stand, and that. She only pushed his back down, his bound hands nestled between their stomachs wrapped around the cock she still wore as her hands braced themselves on his chest and she rode him while moving just her hips. She unlatched his restraints at his waist and moved his hands up to her throat. When I loosen the leash, let go&hellip,Squeeze. He did as asked. She came to a rest on his cock and swiveled her hips in a clockwise, then counter clockwise motion. He could feel the ball of her cervix with the.