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It is night, she is with her back to us - her name is Li. She takes out a soft colored textile mask with a big whole around her mouth and puts it on. She turns to us and steps towards us. She comes on an alley between two high buildings. There is no sky, there is only concrete, only windows through which people look at people. She enters a building, the light is closed, she climbs the stairs to the first floor, the light is closed, in the dark there is a door open. She pushes it and enters. It is dark inside. She walks slowly through the hallway into the room. There is only one room, a little kitchen and a bathroom. In the room is dark, there is only a made up little tent in which there is light. A tent made out of long colored shawls between two armchairs, with a little cardboard one one side and found objects. In it there is Khan bathing in the light, naked, dreaming with his eyes open. She sits on a little stool and looks at him. He is also masked, with a yellow soft material with a whole at his eye and shaved forehead. In front of her there is a Tibetan bowl, Li takes it and starts to sing at it. She spreads her legs. The light from the Khan's tent illuminates her Lingam. Her pussy is wet and opened. The skin is shiny and sweated. Her pussy lips just a little opened. She sings at the bowl. The sound enters the tent and Khan begins to touch himself. His falus gets bigger and bigger. Everything is bathed in her sound. He masturbates in his little red tent. Between sheets and blankets, behind the sweet pink veil covering and dividing them two. She cannot touch herself, she has to sing the bowl. Her pussy is very wet and very spread apart. Her mouth is wet and opened, she feels all her skin and all the lack of touch and caress. But she sings, and she looks at him. Khan comes off. She comes close to him and puts the bowl near him. He put sperm in it and over it a red liquid. She takes it and sits again on the stool. She is naked now. She puts so softly her fingers in her Lingam and drinks from the bowl. As the drinks goes into her, so as the fingers deeper and deeper. She falls and shivers and convulses. She keeps her fingers in her Lingam. Out of it pulls a long red thread of wool. End of part one :)