Another had shown Desiree, struggling as she wasbeing forced into a police car by two policemen. She had lookedsomewhat insane too, but in an evil, ye... beautiful way.She didn't really remember that incident very well, except thatthe Maid Mistress, Dianna, had thrown her into a porcelainbathtub in the main room, and she had bruised her hip and bashedher head fiercely. Then there had been a gun firing, andcommotion and she had slept. Finally. There had been so littlesleep.Later, Ms. Chantel had. I accepted the offer…I took them to a near by Indian restaurant in soi 11, just next to Ambassador hotel where they were put up. We all had a good chat and good dinner, it was this time I noticed the women in the group clearly. One was Mrs Ramiah and the other was her younger sister Revathy who is the heroine of this story. In my guess she must be around 23 years of age. No change of names, and names are actual. I sometimes jump out of my chair when someone writes name changed for secrecy – who. I know I won't last long under his ministrations. He kicks it up a notch, I feel him run a hand up my thighs towards my most sacred of spots. He lubes up a finger and I feel him gently pressing against my ass. Bobbing on my dick, he presses in as he swallows my cock, my ass parting as he probes me gingerly. His knuckle pushes past my tight ring; he is deep inside me as my cock is deep inside his mouth. He finds my prostate, and with a gentle rub he calls forth a gush of precum.He pulls off my. “Sharon, take off your shoes, Bob you have to lose your watch. Lynda ordered gently to start with.Sharon crossed her legs to take off one shoe, crossed over the other to take off the left shoe. The gape in her trousers opened again and I could see those fluffy pubes once more, she saw me notice this time, but didn’t adjust herself just sat cross legged smirking at me. I slipped my watch off and laid it on the table. My eyes kept on flicking over to Sharon’s crotch. Sharon took the next.