We walked a flight of stairs and reached a room on the first floor, the rickshawala oped the door and lead us in. The room had one huge bed a side tab...e and a door that led towards the bathroom.As we walked in, the woman locked the door behind us. I turned to face her, she quickly came and hugged me, she caressed my face and started kissing me once again, this time deeper, her hands on my waist, caressing my back and then my ass. She started squeezing my ass, and began to slowly part my. Just when fear had taken over I see this stunning girl standing in front of me, she spoke and said "you have two choices, one fight and scream and suffer..or have an open mind, and enjoy what will happen, these are your only two choices. Do you understand?" I nodded in agreement..she then said I think you know Tara(the tranny that spiked my drink) Tara leans down and kisses my mouth and bites my lip, she then proceeds to kneel behind me and lick and finger my ass..I flinched as this was new to. It was obvious the girls were in college from the way they were talking about cutting their first classes tomorrow to sleep in after the long drive home.Being a few steps ahead of them I held the door.Like I care about really being a gentleman. If their asses are as tight in their shorts as their boobs are in their shirts, I’m going to have something the think about on the way home.Two of the girls were oblivious, by pictures on their phones, that they walked right past me without even noticing. Just add ‘em south of the ones we just built.” He looked over my shoulder. “These your new 185s?”“Yep. You KNOW you wanna fly one...”“Got that right, buddy,” He laughed. “If it’s gonna be a Spam can, make it a FUN Spam can.” (Auth. Note: “Spam can” is a derisive term for any of the mass-produced aluminum-constructed general aviation planes from Beech, Piper and Cessna. The Stearman is NOT a Spam can.)“C’mon,” I said. “You get the left seat.”“Oh, no, man,” he protested. “I’m a tricycle.