Inside it was cooler, but not a whole lot. At least not as chilly as Americans usually set their thermostats. Maybe in India they prefer warmer temper...tures. Maybe they were just trying to save money on air-conditioning.I noticed a not-bad looking man chatting up the dark-skinned clerk behind the counter. The man looked to be in his late 20s and had a thin, scraggly beard that matched his thinning, flyaway hair. He was talking amiably, as if the clerk could understand him, and the clerk was. She ran her hands up and down his chest, feeling his hard body underneath her. She grabbed his belt buckle and undid it, throwing the belt to the side. She unzipped his jeans, and slowly began taking them off of him. She threw them aside, and he threw her on the bed playfully. Allie laughed and reached her hands out for him. He slowly crept onto the bed, putting his hands near her face, while his body was inches above her. He began sucking her neck again, working down to her breast. He undid. She carried on running. She said that although she wanted to be fucked by all of these men, (she said it was a big group at least thirty of them) she also wanted to try to fight them off and to try and stop them having her. But she said she knew that once she had had a couple of dicks she would go mad with rampant wantonness. As she headed down the path she thought of the pictures that she had looked at the other night of that lucky bitch getting all that cock. She only had a few. I'm having. "Good morning sleeping beauty." I murmured as I clasped her hand to help her up from out the large salt water filled sensory deprivation tank."You've found me ... at last." She whispered, her voice still hoarse from the feeding tube that had been placed down her throat during the long days that she had been in treatment. Allison next gently removed the urine tube and the last of the monitoring connections to the lab equipment, leaving my weak but happy lover free to leave the treatment tank,.