My eyes were closed, she came to me and said show khatam ho gya. Ise thoda aram de do. I opened my eyes all of a sudden saying me bhi to insan hun fee...lings to mere andar bhi hen. Prom- to nikal lo apni feelings.Kar lo masterbate. I was shocked. I asked her tu ye kya bol rhi he tujhe pata he.Prom- han me vahi bol rhi hun jo tum ghar jake karne vale ho to yahin mere samne kar lo. Ham dono ko hi achha lagega. Vase bhi yahan hamari feelings samajhne vala koi or nhi he. Then she undid my underwear. We walked through its imposing entrance, and immediately it began to go badly wrong. We were shown to our table, but it was for four people, not the twosome I’d booked, and the stiff maitre d’hotel wouldn’t change. Weary with Soviet hassle, we sat down with an Azerbaijan and a Mongolian who spoke neither English, nor the language of each other. An excruciating pall of politeness descended on the table as we all sat awkwardly. Anna fidgeted with the ornate menu, becoming still more embarrassed. The was an old braken down oak tree was a bit of foam tied round it and this is where the driver lead me and he order me to bend over the tree so he could tie me in place. All the time he was getting me ready the other drivers were taking pictures and setting up cameras to film me being used again.Once I was fully tied up 3 of the men came over to me and started playing with me, they rubbed their hands all over my body squeezing my ass and nipples. Two of the men moved round the tree to were my. ..”Suddenly, in the midst of my reverie, my black cat Obama jumped on my naked chest and shocked the living daylights out of me. After getting Obama a little snack I returned to my deliberations, but this time in a more critically thinking way.Seriously, why can't my dreams become reality? All of my dreams seem perfectly natural and I don't feel that they are as outrageous as some may think. Perhaps, my dreams are already happening in some of the nudist colonies or communes that are around..