While he was undressing Brent noticed one of the girls was looking at him. She was a little different from the others. Her hair was lighter coloured, ...more dirty blonde than chestnut brown, and her eyes were blue like the cloudless sky above them. She also seemed a little more coy. While the others stared at the boys with unflinching gazes, she glanced shyly away every time Brent looked at her directly. Always slow enough for their eyes to briefly linger on each other though.Brent paused when he. ‘He looks so tired. I wonder why?’ asked Ophealia. Grayson was out of breath by the time he made it to them. ‘Grayson, where are the others?’ asked Pristine. ‘Huh, huh, . . .captured, by . .goblins. I was told to get . . . Sir Reginald.’ explained Grayson. ‘Sir Reginald? Why just him?!’ yelled Ophealia. Even Pristine did not like the idea, even though she could see why. ‘Because your highness, Lance wouldn’t risk you girls.’ replied Grayson. ‘Why I-‘ started Ophealia but was interrupted. I planned to get my wife Komal fucked by our young watchman, Balu.I instructed Balu that we will be sleeping outside on the terrace and he must come upstairs and check everything whilst we are sleeping. He agreed. That night when I heard him coming, I slowly lifted the sari to reveal her naked smooth legs. Poor Balu could not believe his eyes and stared at them as if he wanted to eat them up. Next night after making love, I told Komal not to put on her blouse as it was very hot. Later that. The two men moved menacingly closer. She had no choice it was beginning to dawn on her. She had maybe an hour before the plane left, probably less before their prison truck arrived. There was so much confusion and anarchy outside who would notice them gone. She bit her bottom lip thinking through her options. It took her seconds to realise she had none. She slowly slipped her straps from her dress allowing it to fall to the floor. The men admired her long thin naked body, small pert breast and.