”“Non, Arabic clothes! Regarde ici.”I had a look. Six or seven white thobes hung on a rod, with leather slippers on the floor underneath and a n...at stack of red and white guthras on a shelf, with a few black igals dangling from a rack I would use to hang my ties off.“So?”“Wear this. You will look like a Saudi. We can walk together and they will think we are marié. Otherwise, you have to wait in the car. I can go alone, but I can’t wear this and talk to a white man in a suit.”“I see. Look, I’ve. Me – Yes. Park street?She – How do you know?Me – Pretty ladies like you go partying at weekends. I guess.She – I am like your elder sister, just because you are handsome, don’t try to flirt with me.(I had got the green signal)Me – Couldn’t resist from admiring you.She – Why don’t you join me then? My friends will be surprised to see me with a young guy. Hahaha.Me – Sure.We went to the club where she introduced me to her friends. They weren’t so beautiful but definitely sexy. Their bodies were. Slowly, I took my fingers out and came down to her inner thighs, with my both hands on her thighs I worked in a circular motion, occasionally touching her wet vagina. I did not rush to her vagina but gave the due attention to the flesh of the thighs. The reward which I got was more spreading of her legs so as to give me a ample space and clear view to work. She was getting ready for more and more and more.“I am enjoying the massage, Nish. Glad I chose you” Ashwini said in a soft tone.I had a. They staked her out in the courtyard by the flagstaff and all the Masters had a turn with her. They left her there for the rest of the day so anyone could do it to her. Mistress Helen peed on her face. I don't know her name yet. She'll join the rest of us once they've finished punishing her. We all feel sorry for her, but having her there gave us a break while the Masters were busy with her.SundayOK, a lot has happened as you can probably tell. This is on nice new paper, and I can write as much.