I woke up from incomprehensible sounds from a nearby bungalow. Having listened, I realized that they have sex there. I smiled and turned to you ... What is it? Your half of the bed was empty ... I lay in confusion a little longer, hoping that you would come now. But time passed, and you all was not. Throwing sundress I walked through the bungalow. Lanterns in the corners of the room did not give full coverage, but it was clear that you were not there. I took the bag and went downstairs to the 24-hour Pavilion restaurant. The feeling of hunger stirred from the unusual and pleasant smells, the soft dancing music caught my attention. I opened the door and literally dumbfounded by the sight that had opened to me. Right in the middle of the hall, lit by a beautiful gentle, slightly bluish light, two danced. The melody of beautiful tango fascinated not only the dancers, all visitors did not take their eyes off the pair, moving in a passionate rhythm.

Passion, desire and lust came through in their every movement. They did not take their eyes off each other, their hands intertwined in the dance, it seemed that every time they touched their bodies, they exploded with excitement and mad desire. The whole air was filled with the energy of dance sex. That would be awesome ... if this beautiful woman’s partner weren’t you! As in a dream, having automatically closed the door, I left the restaurant and my legs carried me somewhere. Because of the tears that covered my eyes, I did not see anything. Tango sounded in your ears, and before your eyes were your entwined hands and passionately meeting bodies in a dance, and in your eyes a splashing desire. I walked, as if in delirium, without wiping away tears, quickening my step, and then I ran, not seeing anything and no one.

I came to myself from the noise of the night city, from the chirping of motorbikes, from the flashing windows advertising. I was walking along an unknown street, along some houses. I was alone in a foreign city and country, not needed by anyone. Nobody cared about me. Unable to bear it, I burst into tears and sat down on the steps of a small beautiful house, burning with colored lanterns. Suddenly, a hand touched the shoulder. I shuddered and turned around. Behind my back stood an old Vietnamese man and beckoned me with her hand. I shook my head. She smiled and said something. For some reason I wanted to go after her. Sobbing, frantically rummaging in my bag in search of a handkerchief, I climbed the stairs behind her. She led me to a small room. where a dim light illuminated a beautiful bed in the middle of the room, in soft warm yellow - red tones. Many jars were placed on the shelves and on the table near the bed. The old woman sat me in a small chair near the table, said something and left. I sat and looked at the room with curiosity.

Long, not very thick curtains covered a completely large window through which the light of evening Nha Trang was leaking. I poured out the contents of my purse on the table, looking for a hotel business card. The door creaked slightly - she returned, carrying a tray with a cup on a saucer. The cup was stunningly beautiful, on it was painted a blue dragon with a long tail around the edge. Exactly the same dragon is located around the saucer. She said something, insistently suggested that I try a drink in a cup. I looked into her good dark eyes, with many wrinkles and hesitantly sipped a sip. Suddenly, the drink was pleasant to the taste, some herbs made it soft, gently smelling.
I thanked her and put it on the table. But she shook her head and again insistently thrust a cup into my hand. She sat in front of me and said something, said ... I smiled, slowly, in small sips drank a dark drink, gradually calming down and falling into slumber. Soon my head was completely empty and I apparently fell asleep. I did not know how long I slept, but I regained consciousness from the touch of my hands, which took off the last thing that was left of me - thin, lace panties. I could not see the owner of the hands, my eyes were tied with a soft dense fabric, however, like the hands.Slightly moving them, I realized that they were tied together at the wrists, and were tied to the headboard so mobilely that I could turn. There was silence.

All feelings were sharpened, I heard the sound of a dog being unbuttoned, and then removing clothes. The door creaked a little audibly and I knew in steps that several people had entered. Probably had to scream? But what's the point? Yes, and did not want to. I was excited by the unknown. Apparently, something was mixed into this drink, but I did not even think about it. The nose caught the smell, such friends and strangers, light and exciting. She struck like a match, after a few seconds the intoxicating smell of an aromatic candle began to creep into her nostrils. And I swam. The whole situation was insanely instigating, all thoughts flowed only in the direction of sex, the imagination painted different pictures. I understood that I was lying completely naked, in front of several people who probably now consider me. But I did not want to hide behind, for some reason the opposite. My chest heaved, bristling with standing nipples, it was hot and wet between my legs, I just saw the petals of my orchid unfold. I moaned a little and spread my legs. Immediately hot male palm covered my bud. So desire was strong that I moved under this hand, trying to masturbate. And at the same moment a few hands lay on my body. I could not understand how many men there were, but for the first time I had finished almost without contact, only from the thought, imagination and light touch of several pairs of male hands. No sooner had the body settled down, how did the men's hands glide over it, smearing it with something cool and pleasantly terrifying.

Nipples tightened in someone's fingers, and someone explored my cave, pulling sponges, caressing the clitoris, smeared or watered with something that increased desire, forced to wriggle, intuitively expose themselves under these slippery hands. I could not say a word, only a moan escaped from my chest, but I asked for sex, I pleaded with my body, revealing myself to ugliness, substituting it for caress. And the hands slid on it, captured the nipples, then squeezing them, then releasing, then twisting, many fingers penetrated simultaneously into the pussy and anus, teasing and not giving relief. The whole body was relaxed, I dreamed only of the penis, I was ready for anything and everything. And again the orgasm covered me, forcing me to wriggle on my fingers, squeezing them with my holes, a little howl with pleasure. Something the animal woke up in me, apparently, and the ointments and lubricants were seasoned with something: orgasms did not give satisfaction, only for a brief moment and immediately a strong desire engulfed me again. But then strong hands lay on my legs, bent them at the knees and spread them wide apart, I immediately involuntarily raised my pelvis towards him.

The head, as if playing, touched the pearl of the clitoris, walked over the lips, teasing the expiring slit, and then slowly, pulling out the moans of voluptuousness from my chest, entered into the inviting depth of desire. So there it was wet and slippery from my lubricant and from those used by men that I did not even understand whether it was big or small, wide or narrow. I just felt that I had entered, slipped along the walls and stuck my head in something, which made me arch and again covered with a wave of pleasure. The man moved, slowly, then quickly, then deeply, then taking it out and teasing him on the clitoris, on his lips, and again plunged into the sliding and squishing depth. I lost track of time and orgasms that squeezed me and exhausted. As if he understood this, he let me go for a while. I lay there breathing hard, feeling the hands continue to caress me, stroke and pull at me. After a while, I felt strong hands lifting my legs so that my knees almost rested on my chest, the hot head rested on my anus.

I shuddered ... cool oil spilled on the head, flowing down the anus. Slightly pressing on him, the head just slipped, tightly fitting the walls.To my surprise, I was not hurt, and a pleasant wave spread through my body, unusual sensations from such penetration filled me, everything inside vibrated and trembled from lust, several movements, someone's fingers in the cave, I feel how they move at the same time as the dick, and again a powerful and new orgasm shook the body, so that I lost consciousness for a few moments, convey that pleasure, pleasure is not enough words, high, nirvana, what else? When I came to my senses, I realized that a man was cumming right in the anus, squeezing my thighs hard, to pain.

As I lay there, breathing heavily, catching my breath and calming down, the sounds told me that the men had left the room. I lay alone, and only now felt how my hands were numb. The door creaked again. And again, my hands gently rubbed me with a damp cloth that smelled of some herbs, gently and gently rubbing the most intimate places.

I woke up from the sunlight beating out the window with the curtains opened. The body was fresh, as if I had slept for several days. After lying a bit and remembering everything, I got up - my things were neatly hanging next to me in a chair, a handbag was lying next to me ... I slowly got dressed. The head was completely empty. For some reason there was no emotion. The old woman came in, her eyes smiled slyly, she again said something. I tiredly smiled at her, drank the tea offered and got up from the chair. Immediately she swept in front of me, opening the door to the street. Right next to the entrance was a car. The old woman shoved the note to the driver, and something in my bag pocket and I got into the car. The driver drove me to my hotel, and when I wanted to pay, he shook his head. Still with an empty head, without thoughts, I entered our bungalow. You slept soundly, sprawled on the bed.

I sat on the edge of the bed and again remembered the hall ... tango ... a beautiful woman in your hands ... again her lips started to tremble ... but then it seemed as if the body began to speak, remembering the hands of others and other men. Well ... both are to blame. I sighed sadly and reached into my bag for a handkerchief. You opened your eyes, ... Tears poured out of my eyes: “I cheated on you today !!!” you stretched out your hands to me and probably would have embraced, but I jerked sharply, my purse turned over and everything fell to the bed. You, silently glancing at me, began to collect everything. And suddenly he showed me some object, asked in surprise: “What is this?”. In your hands was a small flash drive. "I don't know," I sat down again on the edge of the bed. You immediately took out the tablet and inserted a flash drive. A familiar room, a bed appeared on the screen; I was there, naked, tied to the back and blindfolded. I caught my breath. I closed my eyes for a moment, my heart was beating like crazy. And then the incredible happened: the door opened and you entered. Then two women came in; they were not Vietnamese, rather large, with large, strong hands, with masks on their faces. And then ... then everything else was ...

“Will you forgive me?” - your voice was asking, but did not allow refusal. “Of course!” I sobbed and threw myself on your neck.