"Honey, I would have come to home soon."Julia, in her sweetest voice, told him. "No Daddy! The last time when you went out to go to your office, you d...dn't come home. You went to the airport and flew far away. You've been gone so long."Mr. Ebbeler kissed little Julia again and sat her down. "Ok honey, then let's go home together."Looking towards Bindu, Mr. Ebbeler said. "Miss Bindu, you must be tired after such a long journey. You can take the rest the day off and come to the office. I tried the ropes and the bed creaked a bit.“Ah, there you are sweety,” she said in that husky voice, “you ready to be nice and play?”“Look, there has been a mistake, just untie me and I’ll leave and we’ll forget this ever happened.”Rage flashed in those eyes again. “Listen, motherfucker,” she spat, you entered a tranny bar, picked me up, and then you call me a freak! You call me a FUCKING FREAK!” Her face was close to mine and contorted with rage. I decided the best course would be to be. She was a very attractive brunette and was in fairly good shape for the age of 42. I dated various women through the years and whenever one of them was interested enough in being extra playful, I'd ask my buddy to join us in the bedroom. It was only fair after all since we both were doing his lovely wife together. Sometimes, both my buddy and his wife would join in and we'd have one of those rare foursomes. I'll also have to admit that there were times when we'd scout around the camp just. Joyce had made a subtle move and both lesbians had decided to have dinner in London since Rhonda only flew back a few days later. Of course, it became a habit and every two weeks or so, the two had rough sex (which both liked) at their destination.“Did you see the woman at 32A ?”, asked Rhonda“She’s more my type ”, giggled Linda“No..I mean…the blanket. Did you see her skirt when she got on ?”, said Rhonda getting impatient.“No. Short skirt ? She’s reaching for her own carpet ?”, giggled Linda.