In the late 60s, I was working for the city of Montréal in their takeover of Expo 67. One of my duties had been to redesign the exhibit in the India pavilion. I had a particular interest in India and it's culture, so I had some small expertise. One year, the government of India sent over a team of dancers and musicians. As curator of the Indian pavilion, I helped them to present themselves in the theatre of the pavilion, and also outside of that to show them around the town and make sure they had an enjoyable stay. In this. I became cognizant with most of the Indian the population of Montréal as it was at that time, which is not so extensive as it is now. I even threw a party for them at our home. All this time I was always very busy all over the site. When the season was coming to an end, one of the dancers Samanti asked me, Peter, why is it that you have not asked any of the girls out, they would all enjoy that. I answered that I just been too busy and I certainly enjoyed their company. She said, in that case, I am asking you out myself! I was somewhat surprised but pleased and we arranged an evening to go out together for dinner! We did go out for dinner, surprisingly not for Indian food but for steak! Also we had a couple of bottles of wine, at her insistence. I was very surprised that this because most Indians are vegetarian and non-alcoholic! Anyway, when we finished dinner I took her home. She then asked me if I would come in for coffee, which I accepted. She made coffee, and when it was finished, she made a bed of the cushions in the apartment. Then she sat me on this bed, saying please wait one moment. He put on some Carnatic(south Indian) music and went out of the room. A few minutes later, when she came back into the room all she was wearing was makeup and her ankle bells, that were for her dance costume. She began to dance Bharat Natyam, a South Indian dance form, which was her speciality. She had a magnificent body, as do most Indian women. Wide hips, narrow waist large firm breasts and of course an incredibly beautiful face. She danced for as long as the music lasted, about 20 minutes, which had me totally entranced. When it finished, she knelt down before me, bowed down, saying,' My Lord'. she then commenced to fuck my brains out. Stepping up to me her cunt was on a level with my face she took hold of my head presented her clitoris to the bridge of my nose and proceeded to work herself off. Meanwhile, I, of course, had become really turned on. The perfume that she wore and the smell of her cunt was enough to almost make me cum by itself! And the beauty of it all. She kept me 'occupied' for the next two days. She was extraordinarily highly sexed, practically never ceasing to play with herself, her pussy, or play with me, getting me to fuck her, which she was extraordinarily good at. I've always been able to keep it up, for hours, once I get into my satyric state, but with her, she totally wore me out. Every time I attempted to leave, she would drop to her knee and start sucking my Dick, this always made me change my mind at least temporarily. Eventually, I did make my escape. And believe me, it was an escape. Anne was away at her mother's with the children for one of the summers months. When I got back home, I just went to bed and slept for 14 hours. I just got on with life for another day, when I got a phone call from her, saying she needed to speak to me very urgently. I wondered what this is about, hoping it wasn't about that she was going to tell me she had some kind of STD. Anyway, I went to her apartment. When I got there, the front door was slightly open. I tapped on the door, I heard a call 'come in.' I went into the apartment, she called from the bedroom, 'in here'. When I went into the bedroom, I saw on the bed,samanti, and another of the girls in the dance troupe, both naked, they were 69ing each other. Knowing what would be likely to come next, I turned and fled!