He’s got me flat on my stomach with one hand pinning both my wrist above my head. Once again his cock is pressing against my ass. Without saying any...hing, I feel him start to pull down my pajama pants. He wrestles them off me, letting my wrists go free. His hands run up my thighs until they reach my underwear. I look back at him as he starts to pull them down ever so slowly, leaving my ass bare. After he gets my underwear off, his hands grab both of my butt cheeks, spreading them apart as he. I was surprised by Sylvia's vehemence but Julia tapped my wrist softlyand wagged her head. It was obvious that Sylvia had suffered some sortof trauma from a boy and she was not sympathetic towards naughtysissies. Suitably cautioned, I fell silent and concentrated on my soup.It was quite delicious.There followed a meagre main course and then a selection of fruit thatwe were allowed to take to our rooms. Julia advised me to take only acouple of fruits from the bowl so as not to display too hearty. Yes sex. In my profession we do come across sexual painting, murals, sculptures in temples and other monuments and same happened in this trip also.It had been nearly two weeks and I was on the verge of completing my assignment. I had also booked my return tickets to Delhi for the coming Sunday. Only one temple had been left to see in the deep jungles of Brahamgiri Hills. Arjun and I had made the plan to visit the temple the next morning. It was a 5-6 hours drive from Bangalore. So, we decided. Both before and during the meal we all drank a few glasses of red wine, and I could see my wife as getting merrier after each sip. Afterwards, we all sat down in Tom’s lounge and that’s when it happened. ! Without any warning my wife told Tom to put on some music [I think it was Frank Sinatra] and there in the middle of his lounge she started unzipping her dress and wriggling out of it whilst Tom looked on intently. It was an incredible surreal moment watching her slowly and in a very.