.. Sensing, more than seeing, Lessa come up behind him, Sean stepped aside. The brown haired girl walked down the short ramp up to Don, a smile on her...face. Sean didn't trust a smiling Lessa. Or a frowning one. Nor, he had to admit, did he like seeing her and Don exchange a tender kiss. That was just pure jealousy, though. What they had seemed real, honest.Nothing like what awaited him.Lessa turned back to Sean as she broke the kiss, an arm staying around Don. The shorter boy, in a display. I smiled and dropped my towel and wore her nighty. Prajakta was just staring at me. She was sitting on the bed, in her black negligee. I jumped on the bed and kissed her lips. She kissed me back and pulled me down in the bed with her.I slowly lay her on her back and kissed and licked each part of her body. I had heard that Indian women had a particular weakness in their nipples and stomach hole(navel). I entered a finger in her navel while eating her breasts from above the negligee.Prajakta. .." Janice muttered, reading the card"What??" I asked. "What does it say?" I reached for the card.Janice held it away from my grasp, "Well, it says to..." What?" It says I'm supposed to tell you something." What? That's crazy. Why would it say that? What are you supposed to tell me?" Do you really want to know?" Yes!" It says to say: 'Slave Pamela..."Hold on, I thought to myself. Why would I write that to myself? And who was 'Pamela'?" ... of..."oh my god ... This was sounding like..." .... All the other girls must have been thinking that she was just too shy to shower with them, even when she was always dressed very sexy. Or maybe they just thought that she must be feeling too good to shower with them. Well, now they know that she had some secret things to hide from them. Because Sandra had also seen some ex-classmates looking at her today. She only found it very strange that none of them had come up to her to have a talk. Gone and forgotten already it seemed.By now, her hands.