Kumar had prepared the room with great care as he had been taught in India by an Ayurvedic massage guru. Flasks of scented oils were warming to body t...mperature in a water bath and muslin bags of special herbs and spices sat maturing on a metal tray over a spirit burner. When I entered the room was lit only by scented candles and Indian ragas play quietly on the CD player filling the air with their seductive melodies.Kumar was wearing a simple wrap over sarong, and I noticed that he had removed. ”I’m glad you liked it” I answered. “I sure did.” “Vhat are you doing” she asked as I reached for my jeans, “Ve’re not finish yet.” She turned to the sink and began to fill a wash basin with water, then put it on the floor and had me squat over it.She soaped up my ass and rinsed me off with a washcloth. “Oh my God” I thought “Could this be what I think it is?” I was right. She got me down on the bed and knelt between my legs. Then she pushed my legs up and licked my asshole, just like that.She. I would drink as she commanded me. As usual, after she was finished peeinginto my open mouth, she would reward me with the blindfold off for one hour.I came to enjoy looking at her body, and her beautiful face, more and more. We continued with this strange piss play for a few weeks, then one day shecommanded me to move my mouth forward as usual, but the smell was all wrong.My face touched a round smoothness, where before there had been curled pubichair. The smell of shit was noticeable, too.. However, I think it proved my theory."I stared, slack-jawed, as she returned to the bed."What theory is that?" I asked, swallowing a few times to soothe thedryness of my throat. "That you can fuck around with my confused, half-hetero, brain?"She shook her head. "No, to test your 'zero sum' idea. When you wereogling me earlier, I almost told you to cut it out. Then I remindedmyself it was Charles, not Charlene, who was doing that."I rolled my eyes and snorted. "Right. Because Charlene leers at.