As I get down the bus she is waiting for me on her scooty wearing a normal salwaar suit. It was lunch time so I offer her to have lunch together. She ...grees. We go to a normal hotel on her scooty and have lunch. Now we wave goodbye but suddenly she offers me a dropback to bus stand I agree and sit on backseat. On the way I ask her if she ever had a massage. She refuses and I ask if she wants one now she first refuses but on insisting she agrees for a shoulder massage. I properly massage give. She was in her mid-twenties. About 24 i think. Sweet age naa?. And a really pretty girl too… Fair. She’s a goddess.It’s not the reception i met her. The day i arrived in Chennai, I sensed something spicy would happen over here. What would a guy of 28; bachelor expect? After having a tiring week in France, I’m now at Chennai; 300 km away from my hometown. I did sense something would happen. And it did. I checked into a five star hotel in a main part of Chennai. And hit a shopping mall for some. .I feel gooey I moved slightly, trying to ease the pressure of his cock pressed against my scantily covered pussy. Daddy looked at me, half a smile on his lips, and he slid his fingers back under the waistband of my panties..Daddy wants to stick something else in your little wet hole, babygirl..hold still for Me. with that, he jerked his hands quickly, ripping the thin material of my panties & dropping them to the floor alongside his previously discarded towel. Oh..oh noooo, you broke my. I'm not moving."I heard the step prints of a light-footed blonde on the stairs. The telltale tracks stopped at the side door. She bent a neck around the door."What?"The interior of the boathouse, for all that it was less than three months old, looked like it had been the catch-all of miscellany for fifty years. There was a small dinghy hanging from the ceiling, odd masts, spars, an old Coast Guard can buoy ... with brass gong, old license plates, watering cans, hoses, a broken sextant, lines in.