And I ... well." She looked down...I took the mug. "What else kept you Sarah?"She clenched her eyes shut. "I masturbated."I sighed. "Where?"She gulped.... "On the couch..." she said tentatively.I took a long draught from the mug. The coffee was hot ... and it tasted wonderful.I fixed my eyes upon my red headed slave. "Sarah, look at me."She slowly brought her spring green eyes up to look into mine. I stared at here for a long while ... she seemed truly anxious. What a turnaround from the spunky. I heard her move to my right andseat herself in a high-back chair facing the center of the room. The couch I sat on was thus in the center, facing the fireplace. The only sound for a minute or two was the crackling the burninglogs. The blindfold, at least so far, was reasonably comfortable. "I often think," William suddenly began, "that we are too muchthe creatures of our eyes; our other senses are just handmaidens tovision and are given the rump-end by our brain of the world'smyriad. There is one thing, though. Pam, when Ruthie cums, she really gets excited, even more than you, and that is going some. Can you hold onto her and steady her so she doesn’t pitch herself off the bed?’ ‘Sure, George. No problem. I like to help Ruthie cum.’ That was certainly the truth. Years earlier, when Ruthie was suffering from chronic headaches, caused by her miserable marriage and lack of any sex life worth having, Pam had lovingly tricked her friend into having her pussy eaten by me, saying. This story I am about to narrate is about myself with a family of three ladies. This true incident dated back to the year 1985 when I was working with a reputed Travel Agency in Calcutta, those days our Company used to organize conducted tours to South East Asia and I was working as a tour guide who used to accompany these groups.On the appointed day as per usual practice I collected all the relevant papers from office and after a final briefing from my boss proceeded to Calcutta International.