The scenario was simple and predictable. I was to be the virgin, Lisa was to be the Dominatrix who would seduce and subjugate me. I would be wearing p...nk, lace panties, a pink lace shelf-bra and pink platform heels. Very virginal, for sure. Lisa would wear black leather, thigh-high boots, a black leather, studded thong and bra with a matching-studded collar and cuffs. The mere description of the outfit made me want one. Saturday night came quickly. We were ready to go on at midnight. Lisa. ..Don’t be late though. I can’t afford to miss our lunch date. Are you coming to my grandfather’s funeral?”Strangely, I had tingles through my body. To see her, to smell her fresh body, and to touch her soft skin. Times had changed, but my fantasies about her had not.“Nashville International, right? Send me your flight number and airline. If you’re lucky, maybe I’ll be standing curb side with my skirt slightly raised.”“Flight 2169...Delta Airlines. I’d rather see you in a sexy shade of. The woman getting out of the pool shook herself, sending a spray of water over the wooden decking. As Penny walked out into the garden the final few far-flung droplets fell on her feet. This woman was in a bikini as well, although it was larger, with well-shaped panels of fabric accentuating her slim curves and petite, small breasted figure. Beads of water sparkled on her tanned skin. Unlike Penny and Alyssa her hair was blonde, a long mane reaching down her back almost to her waist. The new. Upon arriving, however, I learned that Dipti aunty and her family had traveled to Delhi to spend time with her parents. The heartbreak continued.In the meantime, I continued to let my imagination run wild. I returned to college and finished up my semester. Quite frankly, I might have forgotten about her at this point because I was so caught up with end-sem exams and papers.But as soon as I got on to the flight back to Mumbai for my mid-semester break, there was only one person on my mind..