Velasquez struggled to keep his mouth shut as he caught his thousandth glimpse of her glistening pink pussy.No one except him quite knew the power ros...a had over him. To look at him, he seemed confident, sexy, and just rough enough around the edges. He shaved maybe once a week, maybe less, and his hair did that “i just fell out of bed and looked this good” thing that only a very handsome man can pull off. So it would come as a surprise to most that his cock flew to attention every time he saw. Rather, she smiled as said, "I often DO when I'm in the shower." Want to now?"Again, that sweet smile as she shook her head. "Well, I'd *want* to I guess ... but I can't. First, I just went. Second, I'd be a little... uh... gee, I'm not sure what to say." Me too." I wasn't quite sure what she was alluding to, but it was easy to offer a sympathetic me too.After finishing our communal shower and getting "dressed," (I wore a T-shirt and Ann wore a light cotton wrap, left unwrapped) we filtered. I was desperately waiting for 11.00 morning. Next morning, i got up early and get ready. At was at her hotel at sharp 11.00. I ring the room bell, she opened the door. She was in red sari looking sex goddess. We had a chat for ½ hour. She told me that she had a quarrel with her husband for such a boring trip. I thought in mind that “don’t worry this trip will be memorable for you”. And i changed the topic. We had a talk about movies, our choices, girl friends during bachelor life. Tv was on in. I have brought the slave-girl, Belle.“„Thank you, Miss Jevon.“The black high-heeled boots clicked away. The door closed again. Belle remained on all fours, gazing a the patterned mosaic of the tiled floor. She might be kept there a few moments... or an hour or more. It made no difference. She must not move until she received an order.Then there came the all-too-familiar sound of a rod whistling down. Belle flinched, feeling her nates contract involuntarily.But the rod did not fall across.