We met Mr Ghoshal at a mid ranged hotel and more was explained to us. InIndia we would be sharing rooms, which to us four were no problems as wewere w...ell used to sharing. If asked we had to say that we were visiting on a holiday. But he saidwith a smile, "but everyone knows what 10 young foreign girls are inIndia doing." He had a quaint was of speaking and I never did get to know his othernames he was always Mr Ghoshal.Then we flew out to Kolkata. Shonali was really excited, as this wasthe. After a couple of minutes, Eric began to fuck me missionary style and, during this, I whispered to him that I thought we were being watched.He continued fucking me and told me softly that we should put on a show for them.I was feeling so naughty by this point that I was in total agreement. The next 45 minutes or so found us fucking in a variety of positions, me on all fours being fucked hard from behind, me on top of Eric, and me sucking him off really loudly. All the while, we gave each other. #1 - I was an embarrassment. #2 - I seemed to have a nice cock. #3 - Women obviously were under the impresssion that I knew how to use it. #4 - A total scorcher was chatting me up and asking me bluntly for sex.The conclusion: I was about to be used as some sex object again. Which meant getting near a woman whose exhaled air I usually wouldn´t be allowed to breathe in. But it also meant never getting near her enough to gain anything of relevance for me. Sex - yes. Intimacy or a relationship - no. "Remember," he whispered in her ear. "I'm not going to kiss you, I'm not going to go back to the hotel with you, I'm not going to do ... what I'm dying to do." Oh, Bob," she sobbed, and clutched at him, kissing his neck."There, there, you're just tired. You've had a very long day. Get a good night's sleep, and things will look much different tomorrow. You have your car key, right? There you go. Drive safely. Good night."He shut the door and Ann suddenly felt totally alone. It was a loneliness.