Not long after I ever so slowly pulled off my now bulging jock-strap to release my fully erect penis.Standing completely nude gave me an overwhelming ...ense of relief of my humdrum existence, but also of panic; what if a security guard, yet alone a shopper walked in.By now, I was beating my rock hard uncut cock to a sticky precum slick lather; it must have been nearly 15 minutes and nobody had strolled in to catch me in the act.I could feel myself getting closer to an uncontrollable orgasmic. N: I am game, and am ready. (He is on my right side, I slide down a bit and rest my head on his shoulders. My left arm goes around his chest and my left leg rests on his left leg.)R: What is your villa number?N: 107. Yours?R: 108. That means next to yours. Sonali and Rashmi really worked out arrangements well. Their villas are totally at the opposite end. Also, this side has only 4 villas and seems 2 are empty as of now.N: So that means even if we had gone with them back, it would have been. This selfish behavior was taboo in our tribe.One night, I was sleeping with an erection. I suddenly felt someone sliding my dick inside a pussy. The sudden warmth in the chilly night woke me up. Even in the dark moonless night, I knew it was Sakshi. She leaned forward and rested her breasts on my chest. That was the moment I was pretty sure it was her. That’s because in our tribe men and women don’t have sex facing each other. It is believed to be a selfish position.It was the first time that. Do you see that painting on the wall?”Sophie pointed to a large painting of a goat tied in a field wearing a red cloth wrapped around its horns that hung behind her desk. “It’s called ‘The Scapegoat’. It’s a famous painting by William Holman Hunt. Do you know what a scapegoat is, Evelyn?”“Someone who takes the blame, even if it isn’t their fault?” Evelyn offered.“Very good. Do you know what the red cloth is for?” She paused, her eyes sparkling. “Or perhaps we should ask your mother. You know.