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The barman, who spoke excellent English, noticed my gaze. He went over to her and said something rough and she steeled herself and came around to my side. The other girls seemed to resent her somehow, them all being cheated out of a john and all. The girl slipped into a barstool beside me, becoming the only girl sitting down. “You want to buy Kohsoom a drink?” the barman asked expectantly and I nodded. To my horror indian I saw him popping a cork on a large chilled bottle of something bubbly and I suddenly had the sure knowledge that this was going to be an extremely expensive BDSM afternoon. “Hi, I’m Steve” I said to her, offering my hand. “Hi Steve, I’m Kohsoom” she replied in good English. As soon as we held hands the other girls drifted back to facing the path again, leaving Kohsoom and I to drink and chat. Kohsoom didn’t let go of my hand. Almost immediately she had put my hand, palm down, onto her silky smooth thigh and pinned it in place with her pain near hand as she took a sip of her cocktail with the other. The barman drifted away too, leaving Kohsoom and I to get down to business. It was weird but her shyness actually made me braver. It was obvious that she was just as for-sale as all the other girls but her demur made me see her almost as an equal and I tried to get her comfortable by talking to her. She kept asking questions about my life and where I came from and what I was going to study and everything. She kept diverting my questions back about her life and future. She fetish seemed to come out of her shell a bit. The barman came back and pointedly suggested I buy Kohsoom another drink. I guess its bad for business to occupy a girl without paying for the privilege. I accepted. Kohsoom confided that it was non-alcoholic and actually quite nice. She was talking quite quickly and quietly and nicely now and we joked about how seedy this place, Patong Beach, was. Although we had only been talking for perhaps half an hour the bars were already getting more lively. I was no longer the only punter and the other girls were less openly trying to get some action from me. There were now a steady stream of johns strolling down the path between the bars and the girls reverted to trying to lure them instead. One of them, a talk ugly sun-burned tourist, came and sat on the stool beside me. Suddenly all the girls jostling to be around him were rubbing their back up against me. Kohsoom giggled and pointed out that there was much more space around the other side of the bar island, which was completely empty. We decamped and retreated and Bondage were now standing alone on the far side of the bar, looking across the ring of counter and out onto the street. Kohsoom was standing very close to me now, her bikini-clad bust – all the girls were only wearing bikinis – brushing against my arm as we talked. She knew what she was doing. Hell, I probably can’t even stand up on my own.” Her whole body was convulsing and she was shaking as hell. He slid his hand up along the back of her neck, entwined his fingers in strands of her soft hair, pulled them to his nose, and inhaled deeply. The back garden was Bondage massive with grass hills to one side and a big wood to the other. More fucking fetish guilt. I barely can take his assault on my big juicy titties when he pulls his mouth away from my breast and says to me I'm going to give you what you've been waiting for. As Eva taught me, there is no growth without pain, but since I wasn’t a pain sadist like she, I went about breaking down my students differently. She flicked her tongue in his ear then pulled her nails across his back before again talking in his ear “fuck her good baby” she whispered. Ooh, yes, yes, yes! I asked her several times how she did it but she just smiles and tells me I actually didn't want to indian know. No listen, I needed to know who I was talking to before I got into this”, she said back. Shortly he walked into the kitchen approaching her from behind smiling as she only wore her panties BDSM and bra as she poured coffee. Just as I said, a beautiful mixture of Girly-girl and tomboy. Looking it over I could only guess where we were. "Tell me in detail."