When will she come back. Door open again, and what must be her, returns. Now, a painted and feathered mask cover her face, as she walks in. Carrying t...o candles. The music changes. Still just quietly in the background. But from the classical orchestral, to a vocal chanting kind. Can not determined if it is more Indian kind, or maybe some church music kind. Standing at the head of the bed, she looks down at me. She must be kneeling down behind me, as suddenly her chest was just right above me.. Almost in disbelief Jodi realizes that standing in the shadows to either side of her frantic friend; two other men also have what appear to be similar, leather straps in their hands. They’re taking turns whipping her back, buttocks. And, as Jodi unbelievingly stares at the surreal scene, she realizes they’re also occasionally lashing her right up between her inner thighs, lifting her upwards onto her tiptoes. The sounds of the straps, her cries, are muffled by the glass partition. Then she started talking about one guy in her group that was driving a beautiful vintage Jag.She talked about how soft the leather seats were and how well the car rode and drove. Finally one night she said how she thought the owner would be really rough but she couldn't believe how gentle he was. Still I never suspected anything.Then the phone calls started. Often about 8:30-9:00 on weekends the phone would ring and she would answer. She never really said much, but I noticed she would. Later my final first-year semester started, and I got busy with studies. Suddenly she appeared out of nowhere.My dick became harder on seeing her after almost 6 months. She was wearing a fighter-hugging ‘chudidar’ and ‘kurta.’ She was one of those slutty types who looked sexy even in normal clothes. Her hair was in a tight bun. Thick bow-shaped lips were colored lush red to match her slender fingernails.The toes were recently pedicured and painted natural pink. She looked almost as tall as me.