We giggled and the girl behind the counter, with whom we had been chatting pretended to chastise us: “You two are needing a bucket of cold water!”...Within a couple of minutes we found ourselves winding our way up the spiral staircase.Face to face, I placed my hands on her back and ran them down her body, my fingertips caressing the back of her thighs. Her muscles stiffened as I gently stroked her legs and she closed her eyes, letting out a groan of pleasure. “That feels so good”, she purred. I. You will wear it as long as you are my slave. Next are your earrings.These will also identify you as my slave."I saw her nod and one of her guards took hold of my head, tilting it.Another took my earlobe and there was a sudden sharp pain. At the cornerof my eye I saw a guard holding an ornate earring, like Nela and Ladiawore. I squealed when it was pushed into my ear with another sharp pain.My head was tilted and the procedure repeated on my other ear. I felt theheavy earrings dangling from my. She said, it is for a man to enact and cannot expect a gild to stoop lower than that. This was enough for me to hug her and taste her lips. My lips met with her and we started exploring each other in and out.Trust me, those seem to me the wettest lips and the tongue that went inside me was having a lovely effect on my metabolism. I touched her boob and squeezed it. This place I must explain her features to you. Simran is a 22 year old lady, 5.3 feet in height, 60 or 61 kgs. As she said and yes,. " I know Greg." Lisa grabbed my hand reassuringly.Our stroll was a long one and the sun was hot. As soon as we entered the hotel property, we ordered some cool drinks. By the second margarita, Lisa was more relaxed and talking about our plans for the rest of the week."Hey, we have some time, let's go for a dip. We didn't get a chance before." She suddenly said as she stood up, grabbed my hand, and pulled me towards the clear, warm waterWaikiki has an unusual beach. The sand rolls out slowly.