Tony agrees and he continues on with his conversation with Trevor. I'm not paying attention to what they are saying, lost in my own thoughts of dirty ...hings I want to do with my man. I watch as Tony hands Trevor money and Trevor pours some shards onto the mirror. He slides it to Tony and Tony, still in conversation, puts out three more. I start in on the conversation as we all inhale the next round. Before we know it we'd been sitting there chatting for a while, inhaling another round every so. I apologise for the problems this will cause but Chapoti is the only airport within reach and our only chance of survival.”I knew well enough the problems we might have to face. When it came out in book form, I’d read “Our Ordeal in Tumali” by Elaine Eves, three times and I knew of the dress code, the punishments and sexual promiscuity that went on there. Admittedly I’d frigged myself feverishly over many of the passages, even the parts where she was punished but now, faced with the reality. She started pulling them one by one. She said that she will do waxing tomorrow on my hair. I said, “No.”She looked at me angrily. I didn’t say a word. She kissed my dick on top and at the side.She was holding my balls so hard. She licked it like an ice-cream for some time and I was high and said, “Come on, Bindu come on.”She stopped and said, “You show me how to suck.”I was confused and said, “How can I suck mine?”She said, “So, you know that you can’t suck your balls, so sleep now.”I thought. She smiled and arced her naked mons at me. As I sucked and licked her nectar from her gusset, I thought I saw her peek over her shoulder toward the windows and the seven men with seven exposed, hard cocks thrusting against the frigid glass. “Consider this my first Christmas gift to you.” Then she dropped her voice to a whisper I strained to hear. “And to them.”Emboldened, I hugged her gorgeous gams and pulled her pussy to my face. After opening her legs, I pushed my nose and tongue into her.