Then massaged from knees to the lovely thighs. I kissed her inner thigh. She chuckled! I stood up. Next I started with her neck and shoulders, came to...the lovely back, then waist region and finally to the fabulous seductive meaty round chutads. I massaged the chutads with spread palms moving in circular motion and occasionally squeezing. Bhabhi giggled- ‘Ye tumhe bahut pasand hai na…’‘Hann Bhabhi…fabulous…Lakhon me ek…!’‘Abtak kitna dekh chuke ho ….’‘Aapke aage sab bekar…Itna sundar kisi ka ho. During all that time, Vincent watched them through the vertical cracks between the logs of the slaves' fence. More than once he was shocked by the villagers' lack of decency.As the hours went by, half of the men were too drunk to stand on their feet while the other half were busy copulating here and there, either with slaves or with women from the village. Some of the female slaves were actually enjoying themselves while others were being forced to do things that Vincent hadn't even dared to. June 15th ,Karen Klein's journal;My hangover was blissfully mild, as the clatter of dishes woke me fromwhat evidently had been a wild sleep. A stocking foot dangled lazily offthe side of the fat mattress, my hair tangled as I tried to get up tooquickly and failed miserably.After the long drive, and then drinking 'God only knows what' with Carl,I hadn't had that much trouble holding my booze since college. It took afew minutes more to reorient myself, but breathing deeply, my feet foundthe floor. "Great!" I called back, digging through a collection of junk that we stored in the storage space under the rear seat, before uncovering the large pan. Absently, I noted that I'd have to scrub it out, since I had enough iron oxide in my diet. I turned to exit the bus, and saw Helen, standing there with an unusual expression on her face."Hey, Brent?" She asked, her eyes not looking at me directly. I liked how her short blonde hair framed her face, and I actually thought she looked better without.