So, I partook in the refreshments and helped clean up. By the time we were done picking up, all the ladies were gone and it was just Nicki and I. I th...nk she planned it cause there was no way it should have happened like this. We talked for just a lil bit and she asked me to play some more songs for her. So, I obliged and got my guitar out of its case. I asked what kind of songs she wanted to hear, and she told me to play whatever. So I started with a Christian rock song. She liked it, but then. Of what???I reach into the bag and pull out a medium sized butt plug along iwth a small bottle of lube. "Just a little something to remind you of who your ass belongs to....and maybe help you get through work a little easier." I don't need reminding....you left enough of your cum in me to remind me well enough." Whatever....it's been a long time since then and you need something a little more constant. I can't get down here very often when you're free. Assume the position Fuckslut....we don't. We left the shop with the camera. That day we unhurriedly visited various parts of the temple and took photographs wherever photography was allowed. We visited Amrit Sarovar, Harmandir Saheb, Akal Takht and the museum. Our plan was to visit local places of interest in the forenoon the next day followed by India Pakistan border at Attari in the afternoon. Throughout that day I felt an itch in my mind, there was something wrong, a feeling of some unfinished task. I knew something was pending.. Said. “O.K.!” she said. “When I tell you, sit on the floor here, between my legs.” He instructed “O.K.!” was all she repeated. His hands left red blotches all over her buttocks and moved to her waist. Once more he picked up pace and her moaning became screaming. He stabbed away at her dripping pussy with as much might as he could muster. This time he only pulled out a couple of inches and hammered home hard and fast and when he hit rock bottom he held her in place. Again, this lasted only a few.