I had requested her to be in a sari which made her look Indian woman to be loved and loved like a greek goddess.I got a call from reception that your ...guest m has arrived and she was guided to the 4th floor of the hotel where my room was, I was ready and my heart was pumping not knowing where to start, how to start, extremely nervous. Knock knock: I opened the door there she was my gorgeous m with bottle green south Indian sari with matching earrings, lipstick, eyes & those free shoulder length. We started out playing with couples only but soon found out there were way more men after her than women after me. If she saw a guy she liked, it was OK with me if I could watch. Our favorite couples club in town would allow single guys in the club only on Fridays. I could always judge her mood by which night she wanted to go to the club. Saturday meant she wanted socializing and sex with friends. Friday meant she wanted a younger stiff cock between her legs.Saturday was great because I got to. And yet, all three of them went on about their business as if we didn't exist and that seemed to bother me, too!No one touched me. No one did more than glance at me. I didn't attract any more attention than I would have if I were dressed!I returned the coffee pot to the coffee maker and stood beside Erin, waiting for someone to tell me what to do next. As time passed and the people at the table continued to ignore us I started having the strangest reaction. I began to feel offended! I wasn't. There was no reaction, until she gurgled in a sickening way vomiting all over her chest and face. Nurse ! He called out fearing his subject is going to choke on her own vomit. The Nurse, the same one who humiliated Nikki several days earlier, rushed over holding a surgical vacuum pump. Expertly, she parted Nikkei’s tightly clenched jaws inserting the long tube deep into her throat. The pump did its job quickly so Nikkei’s breathing returned to something which could be.