Ein scharfer Blick von Petra reichte. Sie zog Marc nach unten, wo Birgitwartete. Die beiden Frauen schoben den immer noch unsicher st?ckelndenMarc die...Kellertreppe hinunter. Unten angekommen, musste er sich wiederaufs Bett legen und dann nahm ihm Petra die Handschellen ab. Dann bandenihn die Frauen wieder fest."Komm Marc, Mund auf!", kommandierte Petra und hielt ihm zweiNylons?ckchen vor die Nase. Als Marc nicht gleich reagierte, dr?cktePetra seine Wangen zusammen und stopfte die S?ckchen in. She was sitting on the big trunk at the end of her cot in the open wall house located at the end of the line of camper’s sleeping quarters. Her house was called “Chippewa” for an American Indian tribe just like all of the other houses that were spread throughout the campsite. Her best friend Millie was two houses over in “Mohawk”. She was surprised there were so many different tribes and that they all had their own sets of customs.As a Chippewa girl, she was supposed to wear the leather skirts. She was beautiful. He was a lover of good women and saw them as pieces of art. She was the best; nice composition and a lovely facial angle. He loved her radiant smile. Ted so much wanted to meet her in person. All he had to do was make contact; he knew he had to make the first move.One night after work he went home. After shutting off his computer much later, he still could not get her off his mind. He had this attraction to mature women. They had a kind of beauty hidden inside, they were. “Hi,” I replied back.Sakshi – Remember me?Me – Of course, how can I forget my junior?Sakshi – Oh, it’s been a long time, isn’t it?Me – Yeah! 5 years it seems. Sakshi – I guessMe – By the way, how are you?Sakshi – I am doing great, dealing with my exams now.Me – Same here.And the messages continued. Even though I had an exam the next morning, we talked for a long time I guess. The messages became routine now and every night we started talking. We developed some bonding, it seemed.She used to.