I stretched out with my arms over my head, they slid under one of the pillows and I felt something. I pulled it out and it was a wrist restraint, bein...g a submissive and loving to be used as a toy, I looked at Amy and asked if there were others, and holding the strap so she could see. She laughed and said “Of course, what good is one strap?” I told her to put them on me and she asked if I was sure. I told her I loved being tied of or strapped down. That was all she needed to hear as she began. ..and here we are.”“Yes you are … but who are you and time for what?”Mama Ceil stammered and stuttered then her face lit up and she said , Oh, Oh I forgot, Rafe show him the medallion.”I proudly displayed the medallion that my Mother had given to me.The old man hardly able to speak said, “Put the medallion away oh my goodness inside quickly, quickly”That is how my new life began, I made friends with some of the children of the village especially the younger weaker ones. I stood up for them. I pressed my finger into her G-spot and she let out a long low grumble. I could tell I was about to make her cum. I wasn't going to let this end just yet. I pulled my finger out of her tortuously slow. She turned around and looked me dead in the eye. "Dare" She said in a low sexy voice "Make me cum in your mouth" "Stand up" she ordered me, turning around on her milk crate I stood up in front of her. Her small delicate hands slowly went up to my zipper. She pulled it down and stuck her hand into. I kissed her on the phone, although she never returned my kisses; however she used to say that she loved my kisses.Another month passed like this and we got closer; I had a chance to go to Mumbai again. This time I planned my stay in a nice 5 star hotel near her office. We were both excited about meeting again; I went there an evening ahead reaching there on a Sunday evening. I asked her to wear a sari, or something sexy. She met me at the airport and she wore a red sleeveless salwar, smelling.