I stayed kneeling on the bed, unsure of what to do or say next. I wanted the same but was strangely unsure of asking. If it had been a guy, I just... would have told him to lick me, finger me or fuck me. But this was different; a new territory for me. “You feel good?” I asked. “Shit yeah” “You look like you’ve had fun” I said. “Uh huh. Fucking great orgasm. You were excellent” “So were you” I said. “Your body is amazing” “So is yours” she said. I poked my breasts forward. The hand that guided me there found my neck, tracing my throat, down my chest, and back up to my neck where it was firmly held in place. He kissed me, hard, and I released a breath of pleasure. His hands explored my body, teasing in every way that he could. I was then collared to a woman, while he was fingering me. I was immediately lost in the pleasure of it all, losing my inhibitions. The collar came off of her and he removed my blindfold, ordering me to enjoy the views. After taking in the. Dilip himself had a beard, wore trousers that seemed to be bought in a flea market and slippers that looked like he had found abandoned in some alleyway. Most of the crowd I saw that day were similar though of course, the women had their own way of expressing their eccentricities. On women architects (and there were quite a few of them) I found a generous proportion of them with piercing. Shit! Apart from those piercing in the ears, and perhaps on the side of the nose, I abhor piercing on any. ..especially those see thru pink ones.So I hit the links and did my best to keep my mind on the golf and not little Cindy's virtually hairless pussy. But every time I did think of her, my cock began to harden in my pants and I tended to miss two foot putts! Cindy was, of course, not from my neighborhood so she didn't know anyone. Her plans were to just hang out by the pool. It was now November so, even in Southern California, it was getting cooler.When I got home Cindy was not out by the pool.