Instead, seemingly on a whim, I had chosen the full package - the off-the-street-kidnapping. For a moment, I had even considered choosing the home-inv...sion-kidnapping, but I hadn't wanted to actually reveal that much about my personal life. It had been a far easier choice to untick the "rape" and "gangbang" options when I had mail-ordered my own kidnapping - I couldn't believe that women actually voluntarily chose to be fucked by complete strangers before letting themselves be dragged off into. Later that night when the house was dark and everyone was asleep, Ashwin woke up and went to the kitchen for a glass of water.There he saw Aman with a couple of books in his hand walking to the guest room.“Aman, what are you doing awake, late in the night?” asked Ashwin in a whispering tone as both were standing just outside the guest room.“Nothing. I had just one doubt I wanted to get cleared,” replied Aman.“Why now? Can’t you ask tomorrow? Pramila must be sleep, don’t disturb her.” Ashwin. ’ ‘No. I insist,’ she said as she pull some notes from her purse and dropped $300 US on the plate. ‘Fifty fifty. Okay?’ ‘Fifty fifty.’ Once they received their receipt, Greg stood and pulled out Christelle’s chair for her and then arm in arm they walked to the foyer where the taxi the Maitre De had ordered was waiting. Again Greg opened the door for Christelle before getting in the other side. She pressed into his shoulder and he put his arm around her. As they made their way through the gates. Yes, that was the best solution all around."Sounds fun," he smiled.Brit headed upstairs to change, but Rachael changed downstairs in the bathroom with Allison and Greg. They grabbed some towels and met Brit out on the pool deck. She wore that same red bikini that she had half worn that day he had walked in on her. At least she had the top on this time. Allison and Rachael, of course, wore bikinis as well.Greg set his towel down on one of the deck chairs, then slowly descended the stairs at the.