Amisha looked at me and smiled.Amisha: No, don’t feel like I am angry with you. I am used to such stares. What do you think the men in this society ...o!We both laughed at this. To impress her I thought of being a gentleman.Aryan: I am sorry, Amisha ji if I made you uncomfortable.Amisha: Well, I was uncomfortable. I think you can be sorry to me if you do what I tell you to do.I looked at her, confused about whether she is trying to play hard or is she really angry.Amisha: Spend some time with me.. For some strange reason, my thoughts shifted to my passionless ex-girlfriend back in New York City. She was still this side of thirty and surprisingly was one of those political enablers who constantly were shouting out “illegal alien” this and “illegal alien” that like it was some credo of a misbegotten religious cult that demanded adherence to a certain code and used it to identify their devotion. We had broken up, but it was because she accused me of being “sexually immature” and had nothing. As I continued Gus took another swipe with his tongue,this time licking directly into my very center. Inearly exploded. The feeling was so great I wasparalyzed. I lay there as his tongue licked all of themoisture from me and hit nerves that made me shudder. I finally had what was my first orgasm and lay on thebank shuddering as wave after wave of emotion drainedfrom my head out onto Gus’ tongue. Soon I wasexhausted. I pushed Gus away and rolled onto my side. Iremained there for ten. Watching all this revived Billy and he was ready for more. At this point Billy finally took initiative on his own; he wanted these two hot-assed bitches to be his sluts and looking over at Diane's luggage, he saw how he was going to do that. From Diane's bags, Billy pulled out sets of leather blindfolds, handcuffs, leg spreader bars, two ball gags, two sets of thigh high boots, leather for Diane and PVC for Sally and leather paddles that looked to Billy like ping pong paddles. Billy knew what.