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Introduction.
Hello from Riya,
On the last night in Rotorua, those naughty men had a surprise for us. Four of us younger women and the wife of the camp owner were chosen for a special, sexual adventure that took place in the Games Room after the younger children had gone to bed. Everyone was gathered to watch as word got around that something different was happening that night.
I had come expecting to watch but since Sarvesh was involved, I should have known I was going to be a target of his devious schemes. But as it turned out, I was a target. I was going to be dragged in too. My first warning flag was that one of his accomplices was none other than my father (Jeevan). I am certain that Mum (Mandara) knew about it too as she was the one who insisted that I wear my tiniest, sexiest bikini under my clothes. Fine parents, they turned out to be, allowing their dear loving daughter to be dragged off to an orgy like that!
Why my tiny bikini I thought? Why a bikini at all since this was a clothing-optional resort? But then, maybe we were going swimming after some games since the pools were warmed by hot water from underground. Even on a cold night like that, it would be nice for a person to sink into the warm water and enjoy it.
But somehow, I managed to miss those clues that were there for me to see. Must have been dazzled by all those handsome men I had to play with. I just went along, thinking whatever those men were planning, it wasn’t for me. How wrong I was about that.
Yes, clothes were worn because that day had come in with rain so outside was colder than expected with a wind blowing across the campground making it feel even colder than what it was. Of course, inside the Games Room with all those people there, it was warmer. I noticed that many of our group had quickly lost some of their clothes before we arrived.
But before I tell you what happened that night there is a tale of sneaky tricks and skulduggery to be told. (“Skulduggery,” unscrupulous or dishonest behaviour). Don’t you love that word, amazing what Google will find. Must remember to use it again sometime. Well, in this case, it describes nicely what Sarvesh and my father were up to. Let’s back up until we were in Singapore and I’ll tell you what I know.
On the last night in Rotorua, those naughty men had a surprise for us. Four of us younger women and the wife of the camp owner were chosen for a special, sexual adventure that took place in the Games Room after the younger children had gone to bed. Everyone was gathered to watch as word got around that something different was happening that night.
I had come expecting to watch but since Sarvesh was involved, I should have known I was going to be a target of his devious schemes. But as it turned out, I was a target. I was going to be dragged in too. My first warning flag was that one of his accomplices was none other than my father (Jeevan). I am certain that Mum (Mandara) knew about it too as she was the one who insisted that I wear my tiniest, sexiest bikini under my clothes. Fine parents, they turned out to be, allowing their dear loving daughter to be dragged off to an orgy like that!
Why my tiny bikini I thought? Why a bikini at all since this was a clothing-optional resort? But then, maybe we were going swimming after some games since the pools were warmed by hot water from underground. Even on a cold night like that, it would be nice for a person to sink into the warm water and enjoy it.
But somehow, I managed to miss those clues that were there for me to see. Must have been dazzled by all those handsome men I had to play with. I just went along, thinking whatever those men were planning, it wasn’t for me. How wrong I was about that.
Yes, clothes were worn because that day had come in with rain so outside was colder than expected with a wind blowing across the campground making it feel even colder than what it was. Of course, inside the Games Room with all those people there, it was warmer. I noticed that many of our group had quickly lost some of their clothes before we arrived.
But before I tell you what happened that night there is a tale of sneaky tricks and skulduggery to be told. (“Skulduggery,” unscrupulous or dishonest behaviour). Don’t you love that word, amazing what Google will find. Must remember to use it again sometime. Well, in this case, it describes nicely what Sarvesh and my father were up to. Let’s back up until we were in Singapore and I’ll tell you what I know.
