I bought a saree the next day and gifted it to her. She was very happy to be gifted that saree and asked me what I wanted in return.I told her that yo... don’t like what I want then whats the point in asking. She smiled and said let me think about it. The next day she came wearing the saree that I have gifted her and she smiled as she entered the house. I understood her feelings behind that laugh and immediately went to her and opened my boxer and took out my 6-inch rock solid cock and put it. It was about 3.30 on a summer afternoon and I'd had no luck down a nearby cruising area - which was unusual as it was normally reliable. The lack of action was most probably down to feeling slightly inhibited by what I was wearing under my shorts.As I entered the cottage (as we call public toilets in the uk) and judging by the scurrying that occurred I'd interrupted a scene.I went in the furthest cubicle and slipped my shorts off and put them in my rucksack. I rolled up my slutty red fishnets. What filled me with more horror however were the objects on the bedbeside the pillows? Handcuffs, ropes, dildoes and a riding crop;obviously I was in for a long night and they were gonna film everysecond of my ordeal. I was given a large line of ketamine and a hit ofpoppers as I heard the cameras click on. I was propelled towards the bed; just making it in time as the fullforce of the drugs took effect, I climbed on the bed on my knees,resting on my hands, the room starting to spin around. I. Fast forward about an hour and a half into the ride, Roselia is laying across the seats with her head on my lap then I begin to feel her hand work its way up my shorts and she begins to mess with my cock. Being caught off guard I instantly became extremely horny so I spread my legs a little more to help her out. She manages to get a nice firm grip on my steadily swelling cock and begins to slowly stroke it. It felt amazing and I tried my hardest to act casual but she made it pretty difficult.As.