Fortunately today I have a wife who can compliment me the same way or I have my contacts in different parts of India to accompany me when ever I am on... a tour so that I keep myself entertained. I shall describe each and every sexcapade of my in details in my future stories. Those include group, incest, maid and even my teacher too.Now lets get back …….On the first day we arrived at the hotel and checked in by noon. My friends suggested we go for a massage. So we went in search of a massage place. My ass felt high in the air, and I knew he would see my glistening pussy as he stepped back behind me again. I heard rather than saw him step across to the desk. He picked something up. He used the tip of it to part my hair to one side, so that he could see my face, and I could see what he was holding. It was a black riding crop – about 30 inches long, with a bound leather grip, a slender flexible shaft and finishing in a folded leather swat. Something I’d only seen in pictures before. Well,. I tell him to keep them. He thanks me and rummages into his backpack. He hands me the camera and three packages of film. “What’s this for?”“For being my model.”“This must have cost a lot.”“I have my ways. I’m always getting stuff. You know.”The implication is clear. Bobby has stuff! I already sold my ass for a hundred and now I had a camera. If Bobby had more stuff, then maybe it would be worth it to sell more of my ass and see where it went. How humiliating would it be for me to talk. As I moved over to her left nipple my cock was diamond hard and poking into the bed as I paid due attention to her breasts before kissing my way down her mid section until my chin rubbed against her clitoris making her grab my head in both arms and push it down, burying me in her warm folds, she was so wet I could understand her impatience and didn’t want to torture her any longer.I took one last deep breath of her musky scent before licking the length of her labia slightly entering her pussy..