My Desert Queen From India

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. I think it bit me"."It is not toxic or dangerous", Cathy quickly said as she replaced the 'bug' into its box and applied an ointment to where Alice thought the bug had bitten her. The ointment took away the slight sting and the matter was then forgotten as the two women occupied themselves with other activities until the men returned some hours later.As they sat down for the evening meal Cathy mentioned how Alice had thought the 'matting bug' had bitten her. "Oh! When was that?" her brother asked. "Not that long after you and Matt had gone to explore the cave", she replied with a slight smile for she knew what her brother was now going to do. For unbeknown to Matt and especially his wife Cathy and her brother were active 'swingers' and Cathy had deliberately put the matting bug into Alice's hand for she knew it would bite. She also knew that the bite carried a toxin that effected humans, especially women and made them very co-operative and her brother had already told her that he. "Oh, what's your title, Hugh?" Trying to complete your collection, Brittany?" Coffee snickered."You are never going to forget about Rodney, are you?" Who? Anyway, you can call Hugh 'The Trouble Shooter'. He's the guy they give problems to." That sounds so fascinating. Do you think you might want to buy me a drink and tell me about it?"Coffee grinned at me and then at Brittany. "I'll let you have him, if you promise to be gentle. That okay with you, Hugh?"I looked at the tall blonde dressed in a silver outfit that revealed almost as much as it hid, the glossy lips and heavy breasts whose nipples poked out against the fabric."That depends – Brittany! Do you bite?"She grinned at me, "If I really like you."I looked back at Coffee, "I'll take my chances. Thanks, Coffee." Thank me Monday if you survive."I have to admit, it was touch and go there for a while. An hour after we left Pelicans we wound up in her Beachfront condo. I was looking out of the plate glass window at the surf rolling up.
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I still wasn’t sure if I was on the right track until she reassured me that we were talking about French photography, whatever that was. Two days later I was driving the 90 minute journey to a phone box on the M5 motorway services where I had been told to phone her for final directions. As instructed I eventually drove through a lodge gatehouse of a Victorian manor house which had been divided into apartments, located their door carrying my video recorder in it’s own briefcase type case. Charming gent in his late sixties answered that door, handshake and invited in to meet Helen. Was I fucking amazed! She could have been the most glamorous Mayoress of your town, the president of the local W.I. or a long retired newsreader for the BBC. Elegant, grey hair with just few dark ones, aqualine features and the figure of a woman who had obviously looked after herself. She was a stunner. Hubby provided a very good bottle of French red wine and we got to talk about each other. Helen held a job.

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