She was taken from the block still wearing the chains on her wrists. Then she was placed into a small transport cage barely large enough to contain he...r kneeling body. Wong was happy now, her host had been sold and she could come back and visit often. Here she could live out her fantasy if not in real life.A dark haired beauty knelt in a cage beside hers. She was also naked and chained at the wrists. Slowly she turned her head to face Wong 's cage. In clear English she asked, "is that you Wong?". "He looked at her, trying to get his brain to develop a reasonable argument to stop her crazy insistence at leaving."I'm sorry you didn't enjoy your stay here," he said sullenly."Oh no ... no, Cam! I did enjoy it. So did Jamie. You were wonderful to us. This is a lovely home and we've loved every minute of being here. But it has to end. I can't be taking advantage of you any longer."Cam was desperate for an argument to change her mind. "You're not taking advantage of me. You're lovely person. I again felt his wandering hand press against the softness of my belly and move downwards toward my sari folds.My sari’s folds were getting undone and I was in no position to put them back on. Then he pulled on my sari and pushed it to my thighs. I thought wildly, really aware for the first time that someone was taking off my sari, not even my husband had done this for me. His hand was actually inside my petticoat now and was edging upwards towards my now trembling wet cunt. I was taken aback. Now I have to admit, initially I had nothing more than a "Wow, what would it be like to make out with her" that eventually led to, "God she's fucking sexy. I'd love to sleep with her" but it never led me to pursuing anything. I would just look, fantasize, and I can't tell you how many times I'd go home and masturbate, thinking about doing shit with her. Until one night when it all changed. The ironic thing is, Kara wasn't even my type. The age thing, yes, I'll admit always had my interest. But.