"They want to come over tomorrow night and gangbang me according to the e-mail. That's why I told you we'd need more video equipment, I want to do it ...and save a copy in case I never do i again. What do you think, should I give them a call?" as she stroked my cock which sprang to attention at the suggestion."Oh hell yes!" I said imagining her getting wrecked by five BBC's at once. Don't know why but she got up, put on a shirt and dialed the contact number on her cell phone. "Rodney? This is. “Yes, you have proved a great asset. This first camp was a success and that is partially down to you. I am pleased that you will stay for the rest of the camps. I understand that some of the campers formed attachments, and you handled it well. I understand that some of the camp friends formed attachments too? I do not understand how you have managed to keep friends with Marie and Mandy, Sandie and Harry; but you have, and as long as they don’t object to sharing, why should I?I mean why should I. As I boarded, and the flight attendant greeted me, I immediately recognized her. As the title of this story indicates, she was - indeed - an Indian princess (BTW: that's Eastern Indian, as in India). Her smile was great to see, and I warmed up inside immediately. Why? I had flown on one of her flights a few months ago. The flight was only about 1/2 full, and I had 1st row seating. The flight attendant seat is quite close to the 1st row, so conversation was pretty easy when she wasn't. I dance over to her and pull her to her feet and holding her hands I coax her to dance with me. You have stopped all pretense of working and are just watching us. I laughingly dance and brush my body against hers feeling that this is what she wants and I am getting bolder with each moment. I slowly remove her blouse with her token protest and I tell her to relax, we will just have some fun. Dancing by the paint palate I stick my finger into the purple paint and start to finger paint.