I heard the door unlock and I turned the handle.The sexy she male was there. She had already taken her skirt off and was wearing just black stockings ...nd a loose blouse. A pair of stiletto heels made her sexy long legs look even longer…Before I could say anything, she grabbed my head and kissed me. Her tongue dove deep into my mouth. My hands reached down and cupped her round firm ass cheeks. She reached down and stroked my hard cock through my pants. Soon her hands were undoing my belt and. Next to the registration was a long counter with baskets full of round metal plates, one inch in diameter. She knew what they were, since she had read the camp instructions very carefully. A white one with the number “1” on it meant that the wearer did not want to participate in sex. Just looking! Immediately, Lola took one of them and attached it to one of the plastic loops on her band. She also took the light blue one, “H”, meaning hetero, and left the pink one untouched. She let her eyes. The streets smelled of betel leaf and ittar, a combination of the paan that most men chewed, and the musky cologne they wore. Dirt roads with open bazaars, donkeys pulling carts and beat-up Asian-made cars weren’t an unusual sight. My boots crunched against the dirt and rocks as shopkeepers jumped at the sight of me walking past their stalls. Only one dared speak to me, greeting me warmly, inviting me in for a cup of chai. I raised a hand in thanks and shook my head. I had business to attend to. I parked up and made my way over to a ‘you are here map’ to check the layout of the grounds. I studied the map long and hard; using it as a delaying tactic trying to decide whether or not to proceed. My concentration was interrupted by a male voice asking if I was lost. I turned around expecting to see a naked man but he was fully clothed; as was the lady he had with him. They were both older than me but I found her to be an attractive lady. “I’m just checking the layout” I said, “I’ve not.