He pulled on his pants and socks. He looked himself over in the mirror. He turned this way and that. There was no trace of the undies or tights.He s...uffed the tiny bra in his trouser pocket. The bra, small as it was,did make a little bulge. Should he take the chance? Would someone findout? Should he chicken out? Was he being tricked? Would he miss thechance for the promised intimacy if he chickened out?Nathan called out, "Ready, Chris? It's time to go!"Chris replied, "Be right out!" He. She has draped the sari in such a manner that her ass shape was perfectly revealing and it was tied below her navel and her part of left boob can be seen from left side of her. She left her hair open and she and put on her mangalsutra (I told her in our previous chats that I love woman’s mangalsutra hanging between their boobs and woman look the best when they are draped in a sari especially south Indians) which were stuck in between her boobs which added to her beauty.Her perfume smell was. Crack this time she was expertly handling the whip, the tip struck his left nipple, red hot pain shot to his brain it was sublime but painful, this woman his woman, was punishing him, beating him, using him and he was loving it, god alone knew why but it was turning him on like he could not remember. Crack the fifth stroke found his other breast, it was hard it was painful and without a word, it said he knew where the final stroke would fall. Sheer terror roared through his mind, he looked her. Needs to drink more water."After I finished laughing in the camera, I got two unexpected visitors. A young couple in their thirties strolled into the room. He was wearing a tuxedo while she was covered head to toe in a blue evening gown. Clearly, they stayed out all night and came to me instead of going back to their hotel room. She spoke first. "I'm Marie and this is my husband, Ed. I like to watch him fuck other women. We were told you were a fucking slut."I pointed down to the cum all over.