”Rebecca and Rosie were listening intently, but trying not to show it. Cayuse wouldn’t miss much. Wouldn’t miss anything.“They’re welcome to...stay here for the rest of the month. Even longer if they want. But we will disabuse them of that bordello idea.”Mrs. Chambers, voice even, said, “Abagail tells me that the brothers sleep with Marina every night. Don’t try to hide it, don’t bother to muss up their own beds.”Rosie went still, thinking about what the hotel housekeeper had said.“I don’t care. I said "OF COURSE" and she laughed. She then told me that she got it because she has an oral fixation and always has to have something in her mouth to suck on and gave me a look. I laughed and said "Well where's the restroom, I've got my camera!" and playfully laughed. She looked at me, downed her shot of tequila, grabbed my hand and led me to the restroom. Leslie didn't waste anytime getting me out of my pants and into her mouth. I found her multicolored hair style to be pretty fucking hot and. Next a short red skirt, barely reaching far enough to cover her ass and pussy. Next, a thin, short cotton blouse, two sizes too small to where she had to inhale just to be able to button it across her tits. I had cut off the top three buttons, the total effect being to push her breasts up to spill out of the blouse, the tops of her nipples visible. The thin cotton was stretched so tight that the rest of her nipples were clearly visible through the near-transparent material. The blouse was short. Maybe it was something related to the history books about India being enslaved by Great Britain for as long as 150 years in colonialism. But the sudden exposure to the kinkier side of the western world took my intrigue from a thought to an imagination. The imaginations grew bigger with few role-plays and story readings from the now so naughty world of Internet for me. And, it all remained strictly confined to him only as he was belonging to a traditional Indian society, culture and friend.