"Paul was quiet, thinking, when Uncle Andy suddenly asked, "Were you able to get from the pamphlet the main idea, that you have to concentrate on what...you want to move between dimensions, then put it out of your mind and leave it to your subconscious?" I understand it, though I don't know if it's possible," Paul said, remembering a story he heard about a witch doctor telling his patient the medicine would only work if the patient didn't think about monkeys. "How do you think about something. Do you have a charge card to put that on, please?”I handed him our ‘Charles & Claire LLC’ Visa card, which any of us can use. He looked at it, then looked at us and broke into a great big smile.“Yes, sir—Mr. Newman, thank you for booking with the Hilton Waikoloa,” he ran the card and produced a reservation sheet for us. He handed us the sheet and said, “Is there anything else I can do today for either of you.”I thought of telling him of the gentleman who mistreated us, but I realized how petty. In the heat, two or three of the buttons down the front of my tight blouse were open and my breasts strained at the cloth, showing a lot of my deep cleavage and luscious breasts. Kumar sat behind and leaned over, an arm in front of my belly. I didn’t look up at him.“What is it?” I murmured.He cleared his throat. “Sandhya, I. Um. Dinesh. That is, Dinesh and Appu.”“Yes?”“They. Um. They would also like.”“What?”He didn’t reply. There was a soft rustle as Kumar’s chums came in again. I glanced at. He was fucking my face almost knocking me off balance, until I reached between his legs and grabbed his cock. His movements were so rapid that I could barely keep up with him. But I kept fucking his ass while pumping his cock. I knew he was getting ready to cum but I wasn’t ready for that, so I backed away and stood up. He reached for me, kissing me deeply so he could taste his ass on my lips. He looked me in the eye and asked me what I wanted. I smiled before asking him to fuck my ass. A few.