I lived just outside of a city named Madurai. We were a small village of peaceful Hindu people but several villages away from us were a village of Mu...lims and they were fanatical and crazy about us Hindi people changing to Islam. Every so often they would kill people from different villages that weren’t Muslims. My parents built several hiding spots in our home for us kids just in case they came into our village. There was one for my little sister. She could open the bottom drawer of her. .come back in an hour...' He pointed to the shelve and Bruce retrieved a couple of folded up bills smiled and left saying '..have fun, I'll be back...' Bruce Uncle stood dropping the towel and walked over to me saying '...you know why you are here, we got less than an hour and I ain't got no time for stupid shit...' He reached out and took hold of my t-shirt and said '...so get your sweet ass naked and on your knees...' I glanced down and saw that his penis was rock hard and glistening '...yeah. All of a sudden while talking the conversation moved to massage and I said I know how to massage as I travel a lot to bangkok and learned a bit there. She said will you mind giving me a massage I was happy that today might be lucky day for me.We moved to bedroom and I asked her to wear a bikini so that I can massage her. She accepted and changed to bikini and lied down on the bed and gave me baby oil. I started with back and she understood the straps are coming in between and she opened by. " Reassuring the twenty or so of us that all was good, we were off to the next airport in Nova Scotia. A lovely airport, but not much to do for five hours. I did eventually find something to pass the time. More about that later. 'You had better be ready to fuck this trip out of me, dear. Or have some jewelry on hand,' I thought about telling my boyfriend whenever I got there. Eventually I arrived in Gander, Newfoundland after midnight. I had left my house at eight that morning. The only.