Charlie was satiated and she simply sagged with exhaustion as shesquealed her objection. Charlie had obviously had enough; her body couldnot take any ...ore."Dammit Rosie! That's enough. I can't take much more. Any more and I'llbe a bloody wreck. Now come on, remove the dammed thing! Let's see whatit bloody is."So saying she looked up beseechingly at Sally and Toni who quickly gotthe message. Two pairs of extra arms suddenly gripped my thighs asCharlie levered my arms from her butt. I was. You did very well. I would never have known you were a beginner at such games." I try to please." I am pleased with you, and wish you will come again. If that is your desire." If I am invited, I shall try." Do you know what would please me at this moment?" No, what?" That we should make love again. Monique is always so lazy in the morning and not as charming as later in the day."I remarked that this time he used the term 'make love' rather than fuck. "I would like that as well." Jean slept in. With most of the passengers seated, Kara's trek down the aisle took her through a sea of mostly male eyes whose featured view was from her knees to her neck. Since she was taller than average, her high heels and mid-thigh skirt made quite a spectacle.Kara was slim and nicely proportioned so no matter what she wore she was attractive. At work she had to dress conservatively and disguise her love of male attention but this weekend she was going to be on a sailboat at the island and had dressed. They talked to each other. I could make out their Hindi. After a distance the car stopped and another guy entered in the already cramped up car. He (Main Guy) looked at me and exclaimed, “Mast Maal Hai.Bahut Mazaa Aayega. She is wearing too much clothes for a prostitute”. The car stopped in the highway and they dragged me outside. I started crying. One of the guys (Guy #2) told, “Why are you crying now darling? Just enjoy”. Immediately 2 of them (Guy #3 and #4) pulled me out of my sari. I kept.