.. maybe this summer we can do some more,but I'm not sure... anyway. My third night out, I went to sleep in mytent and woke up -- somewhere else."I w...as lying on a bed or stretcher or something. I was naked, with nosheet or blanket or anything, but the place was warm enough that Ididn't feel cold. I had an oxygen cannula in my nose, an IV in myarm, and a catheter in my penis, and there was some kind of apparatusstrapped to my head -- I couldn't see what it looked like. And Icouldn't move,. The wall paintings seemed to be painted during the celebrations of India’s independence back in 1947.Anyways, Mayur started to look into the trolley bag. Once he went through all the items, he turned toward me and said something that made me drop my jaws. He asked me to unbuckle my pants and lower them to my knees. I was reluctant and said, “Sir, is it needed?”He looked at me and said, “I have been in this job for 4 years. I have faced thieves who tried to pull off the theft in bizarre. Please call me Wendy.”The young man paused and looked at her expectantly finally saying, “So what do you think?.... Wendy”Wendy took a moment to realize that he was talking about student aid before she put her readers on. She focused on the computer monitor where the students file was opened. “Umm…. You’ve registered for your classes…. You’ve completed your FAFSA…. You qualify for a student loan and 2 scholarships but you haven't applied for them yet. You still may have time if you apply. " He reached back for a moment and produced a thick handled paint brush from the supply shelves behind us, gently waved it in front of my eyes. "What? I mean..." One thick finger forced it's way in to my mouth and rested on my tongue. I involuntarily suckled it. "There's a good girl," The bristled end stroked back and forth across my hole. It tickled my clit for a tantalising moment before I felt it withdraw. Suddenly, I felt the tip of the thick handle push past my swollen entrance. I had a.