They took me to a room and gave me one ‘dhuti’, a traditional Bengali dress and told me “Wear this only. No under wears please”. I wore it and...came out of the room she took me to the bathroom and washed my feet with water and wiped it with her hairs. I knew this was an age-old Bengali custom, which was performed by newly wed brides to their grooms and kings etc to show extreme respect. She then bowed to me. I just started drooling seeing her enormous ass clearly visible from within her saree.. You could see my lovely pink painted nails through the lace. Shethen placed my white stiletto Mary Jane's on my feet and fastened thebuckles. Then, to my surprise, she produced another two padlocks. Shegrinned as she attached them to the shoes. "Don't want these coming offtoo easily do we?" I looked on bewildered and wondering where all thiswas heading. Her hands started to caress my legs and moved up towards mythighs. God, she had such a sensuous touch. She reached my crotch andgently caressed. From this, it appears that he might just get round to meeting you at some point as well. It looks to me, though, like politics hereabouts have just shifted to a higher plane ... and we're not in a particularly brilliant position."Brilliantly, my brain focused on the 'we' for a moment - quite a happy moment - before engaging with the issue at hand. I took the e-mail from her, quickly read it. We had a week, basically, I mused. Not a lot of time for politics, even if I wasn't committed to. I was so hot! Jordan moved so he slide my thong off, not that it would really have gotten in the way. And came back to recline next to me. This time casually stroking my now sopping pussy. Slowing he stroked, as if petting a kitten, softly. Then he felt for my entrance and slid a finger in. He stopped! Why….to pull off my dress and leave me lying naked in the sand for his eyes to admire. I never felt so sexy before. He returned to his reclining position. Now he could finger me while nibbling.