So after the amusement park, we booked a hotel and on the way to the hotel, we brought drinks. We had two rooms booked and the owner didn’t allow us...to stay together in one room. Anyways we spent most of the time together in one room. After having dinner we started drinking.Ravi got drunk and was out of control and went to sleep in the other room. I was there with Sneha and Pooja. We had finished the whole bottle. I didn’t feel drunk but ya it affected me. Suddenly Sneha started crying. So I. He mentioned a bag of toys upstairs. I was soaking wet at that point. The small talk lasted for about 15 minutes. Right up until he demonstrated his favorite way to pull hair. Slide your hand right up under the neck and grab and twist the hair right at the scalp, in case you're wondering. My panties were already soaked at that point, but I swear I made a puddle on his couch. Then he pulled my face right up to his. Remembering my submissive role and what I'd read about it online I knew I wasn't. "53 groaned. "He seems the possessive type." That's why we brought you along," I giggled, hooking my arm through Lize's and striding across the food court towards them.The man stopped, his eyes falling upon our exposed breasts, and a smile crossed his lips. A few years ago I had been a model, and I was very acquainted with Saudi men. They were all pigs, loving us Western women and our uninhibited sexual ways. They would shower you with gifts: jewels, money, clothing, anything to get you to. "Well, that thing is really big in its current...um...state. Which made me wonder how much bigger it gets when it's....when it's...ummm...you know..."D finished my sentence. "When it's hard, right?"I replied yes and nodded my head. I felt a rush of panic mixed with embarrassment but what D said next made that all go away.This is what D said to me next: "Well I can tell you it gets very big. But why don't you get on your knees and put it in your mouth and you'll get your answer very soon." You.