For some strange reason I didn’t cover my legs, which would be my normal reaction, I did the opposite, by slightly lifting my knee I could feel my s...irt rising even higher on my thigh.“In your job, you must see loads of girls legs, I hope it doesn’t keep you from working” he just grunted in response. “I’m only half your age, you shouldn’t be saying things like that to a young girl like me” I laughed. I could feel stirrings between my legs. This man or maybe just the situation was turning me on.. ‘Gee, this is so dry. It’s wonderful. It tastes fresh, like an icy… um, something. It tastes less fruity and less oaky than most chardonnay. Is this a real Chablis?’ ‘OK. Now I’m impressed. Have you ever had a real Chablis?’ I asked her. ‘I don’t think so, but I’ve read about them. One day I’d love to explore the vineyards in France, Germany, Italy, Spain, and Portugal.’ ‘Is that all?’ I kiddedher. ‘What about Chile or Australia?’ ‘Well, I haven’t had anything that wowed me from those places,. It felt like I waited for about 5 minutes. She came back wearing a sari with a bunch of blouses on one hand. Her sari was worn above her hip hiding her navel. She wore a white sari with green embroidery and a red blouse. She asked me whether the blouse matches the sari and I replied no. She simply removed her blouse in front of me.Now, she only had a white bra. I got an instant boner. She took a blue blouse, wore it and asked me. I again said no.She removed her blouse again and was standing. Looking down he saw her eyes full of fear “Do not move or scream bitch as you dream is about to come true. If you scream I will cause severe pain like this” and taking one breast in his hand he squeezed hard until, Fiona whimpered.“Do you understand what I just said, nod if you do.” Fiona nodded, Leaning back his hand found her bikini bottoms and rubbed her pussy though the material. Fiona could not believe her body responded to his touch and her pussy was getting wet from his touch, but he was.