I dressed up in my best i wore a silk red bra and panty.then i wore a pink silk saree and white sleeveless blouse. i applied perfume and and did good ...make up.I wanted them to feel as if they are fucking a queen.I went with him.he took a narrow lane and stopped in front of a slum.my face was covered and we walked a few meters and went inside an abandoned building.he closed the broken door with a chain and lock .inside 5 rowdy looking men were sitting. all of them were so happy to see me. then. "And I said: "Okay."We took a couple of lounge chair cushions off a rack on the wall and put them on the wooden floor of the boathouse, then I stood calmly, my hands at my sides, while she unhooked my bikini straps and peeled the garment off of me. She let me undress her, as well, then we lay down and held each other and kissed some more. Our hands began to roam rather freely, and we both had to stop kissing from time to time to gulp air and moan.She sort of took charge, naturally, and after. We boarded a plane a day later and went to the Detroit. Typically,Wendy traveled on weekends and went to the bookstores during the middleof the week, leaving us ample time to sightsee, or spend as much time inbed as we could take. I started making connections and reservationsforthe other cities we would be going to, using Wendy's credit card to payfor everything. Wendy went to the store and purchased matching pantiesof us to wear each day. One evening, after our lovemaking session, Ipulled. She took her hand away and fingered the gold stud at Stacey's belly button before taking her hand away."You are so beautiful," Karen whispered.Stacey smiled. "Touch me. I know you want to."Karen reached out and began to run her hands over Stacey's tattooed flesh, her fingers tracing over the ink. She seemed mesmerized by the bright colours and designs against Stacey's white flesh. Stacey giggled and moaned as Karen's hands travelled her body and stopped at the little bright tattoo just above.