She saw me; I guess she had a quick look on my prick. Sumithra asked am I alright. I said yes in a little uneasy way.By that time her phone started ri...nging; she gave the laptop to me and went to take a call. I was watching those ads and had kept the laptop on my thighs to avoid displaying my thing. After finishing her call, she came to me & pulled laptop, as she grabbed the laptop, she could see my hard poking over my pant. I felt literally embarrassed and was trying to cover it with my hands.. As the alcohol started its work onmy nerves, I watched couples on the small floor dance to the canned music.One dancer in particular caught my attention: a tall raven-hared beauty. Shewas dressed in a skin-tight black sheath slit up one side to mid thigh; highenough to show where her garter straps attached to her fishnet stockings.Every time I saw her on the dance floor she was with different partner. Wheneach dance ended she returned to her table across the room and sipped herdrink. Soon. We then went downstairs in our nighties and made supper and ate in front of the TV, two girls together.When we went to bed we made love slowly enjoying the anticipation and excitement of our holiday tomorrow.Chapter 2 - The Journey-----------------------I woke up early the next day with butterflies in my stomach at the thought of what lay ahead. I went downstairs and made Sally Anne tea and we sat and chatted and discussed the fun we were going to have.I showered and shaved and went into the. “My slaves don’t scream unless told to do so.” I could hear Abdul chuckling from Dubai. I whipped her another fourteen times before my arm needed a break. “Sixty left. Who’s next?” “I’ll take a turn,” Karl offered. Lorne came over. “I’m after him.” Lorne staked his spot. Garrett was one of the biggest guys I had ever known. His mother had been Kenyan, and his skin was that rich ebony of true African lineage. His voice was an avalanche rumble as he sauntered over “I’m after Lorne,” he.