I stood there staring up at a one inch rope that was dangling from a rafter that had to be about forty feet high. I watched as coach climbed hand over...hand, his legs wrapped tightly around the rope as he shinnied all the way up to the rafters, touched the I-beam with one hand, and then slid back down the rope. He turned, smiled and invited me to try it. On my first try, got about eight feet off the ground then slipped and slid back down onto my butt so I knew that it sure as the hell wasn't as. While coming home, my mom said: “ shall we go to any trip?”.I replied “ yes, we shall go to goa”.( I went to Goa in my final year of engineering already). My pinni said “ yes”.Next day morning we booked our flight tickets to Goa. In the evening we have taken off from Hyderabad and reached Goa at 11:00 pm.We went to Yo-Yo Goa hotel which we have already booked in a cab. We went into a hotel room. It was a double bedroom.We slept that day and when we woke up it was an 8’o clock in the morning. I. Her finger tips lingered on the back of my hand, soft and gentle, nothing sexual in her mind, but in mine all I could think about was her being a hooker at a whore house and her soft hand wrapped around my cock, now becoming erect in my loose fitting trousers.“Ralph, my older brother, is the one that found me the job. He is 29, I am 25, we needed to get out of New Orleans because he couldn’t find work in the casinos there.” She said looking back towards the east, “I sure hope Ralph isn’t broke. "Tonight you are my bitch Patrick," Soraya said.With one thrust up his German asshole, Patrick screamed like Hell. Tears flowed down his blue eyes. His ass was ripping apart."Mistress. It hurts. Please it hurts," Patrick begged like Hell.As Soraya kept on fucking his ass with a strap on she would go down on his neck and bite him really hard, leaving her Persian bite marks on his German flesh.She didn't care for his pain and screaming. His screaming was music to her ears. She knew she was giving.