His fingers felt like coarse sand paper rubbing her insides, she instinctively clenched around him trying to push his fingers out of her vagina. ‘Ni...ce and tight baby’ he whispered. To her surprise he removed his fingers and sat back up and began to untie her wrists and remove her gag. She felt sore all over and rubbed her wrists as the blood flowed back. She tried to sit up but couldn’t. Suddenly she realised she was all alone. He’d disappeared as mysteriously as he’d arrived.. She couldn't speak any English, and pointed out the various massage times on a chart, to which I selected an hour.She then led me to a room, pointed to take off my clothes and lay on the table, and then I heard her lock the doors. We were alone and I suspected that I was in for a good time.She then started massaging my back, buttocks and legs and casually kept throwing the towel off my butt. Also, as she was massaging my back she would place one of her legs up next to my hands, which she had. He and Rich had talked about it over a few beers many-a-time before they parted for their summer jobs. Jim had been dreading the question as he drove the Rustmobile from his parents' home to the apartment overlooking the University town that day. He didn't think it would come up so soon, although he should have realized that it would."Oh, that," Jim started, "Well..." I already know the answer by the way you're avoiding it," Rich said.Rich was more experienced in sex than Jim. It was no secret.. The next day was a Saturday and i was due to leave for India on Monday so i wanted to do this over the weekend. We exchanged a lot of emails and i had to work really hard to convince her to meet me. She was worried about her husband, neighbors as well as kids as this was her first time with this. I assured her of being discrete and safe.Initially she refused to meet me on Saturday but agreed to meet me Sunday night. I was come to her house after her kids fell asleep. She had a very unusual.