Beyond that the whole evening was one big blur of music, drinking and unrecognizable faces. I assumed I’d just had a little too much to drink and wa... battling a hangover; hopefully I hadn’t made a fool of myself.I also remembered having some very erotic dreams after I went to bed. Trying to recall them, I reached down and cupped my pussy. I was surprised to feel how swollen and hot it was. It ached in a pleasant sort of way and my outer lips felt spongy and tender. I giggled to myself; it. Ê ‘So when did you realize, what you like’, Ken was getting interested again in my personal life.Ê I told him the story of me in the last year of high school. I had a good friend, who had some nautical interest in knots. He wasn’t in BDSM at all, he just liked tying you up, and that he made pretty well. So I spent quite some time at his parent’s house, which was deserted from the rest of his f****y all day long. We were tying each other up alternately. Though my knots were always rather simple. I got few kisses and close dance with the girls in clubs but nothing really materialized after that. The final stage of our trip was on. Although London is full of paid services that never really excited me.Before coming to London, I posted on Facebook “On my way to London”. That night, I got a message from Akansha. Now, Akansha was my friend’s girlfriend but they had broken up a long time ago. I had met her once on a double date with my friend in Pune. Let me tell you about her. She is 5’5 in. She dug into her dinner and I sat quietly sipping my soda through the news anchor’s recitation of the day’s top stories. At the next commercial break, I asked, “So, is that medication Dr. Milton prescribed working for you, Aunt Margie?”She swallowed a chunk of something and flushed it down with some RC. “I guess it must have done something, because I slept here on the couch off and on all afternoon ... or tried to. I finally gave up and got up about a half hour ago feeling as tired as I was.