It felt odd to feel another girl’s insides, yet very familiar as I had explored my own so many times before. How the warm, slick walls contracted ar...und my fingers was oddly arousing. At one point I curled my fingers inside of her and her body noticeably twitched. She let out a choked whimper before continuing the play fight. I was still scared about what would happen once this was over, but for now I was mostly stuck on the play fight and focusing on the arousing feeling of my friend’s wet. She was from an Asian City but was pursuing her education here in India. we always kept the chat simple. forget intimate talk. i didnt even know which city she was in Untill one day. it was holidays time and everyone was leaving city to head back home.I used to stay in a nice flat with two bedrooms and i had quite a luxurious set up. my room mates went home and i stayed back to get done with some projects and charts. the day they left i casually went online and found her online too. we chatted. Gold sandals, gold chains around our waists. Long gold earrings. Harem pants, see though, no knickers. Gold trimmed see through bra’s. Half veils. Our eyes black and heavy with mascara. He came, the Arab prince. He wasn’t alone, others came as well. Dressed for the desert, romantic, like Valentino in an old film. I felt my stomach do a double somersault. I wasn’t to be made available. I was reserved, reserved for my own red haired client, but I was to be displayed. After all, I’d be available. ” She began tweaking my nipple and said, “I know that silly. We’re just having fun, fantasizing and playing games, so since your dressed like a girl and sucked cock like a girl why don’t you totally immerse yourself in the role of being a girl, and let me really get you off?” My last bit of resistance finally broke down and I said, “Ok honey I’ll do whatever you want me to do.” She whispered in my ear, “Ooooh baby, that’s music to my ears, but you know it’s not just me that wants this. It’s you.