Due to bus movements and crowd pushing’s, I got nice chances to make to-and-fro movements into her ass crack. I am sure that she is aware of the har...ness and hotness of my dick, but still was talking with me casually as nothing was happening at her ass crack. Now I started moving my hand slowly upwards from her hip to boobs. I was almost touching her boobs and my hand started crushing between the pole and her boobs whenever bus and crowd are giving any movement. I found some change in her. The guy dropped a few coins in her hand, looking offended. ‘Why on earth would I follow you? Are you accusin’ me of bein’ a stalker?’ Greg was secretly delighted that he had found her again, and harbored tentative hopes of actually becoming friends with her. He studied her once again, delighting in her natural beauty. She had long layered hair, with a variety of tints. Overall it was a golden blond, but he saw hints of auburn and dark brown as well. Her eyes were a grayish blue, and they. The first night in the Fetish Club in Berlin, I had both girls dressed in black outfits, short skirts, heels & small tight tank tops, which made it very easy to see they were wearing my tags from their piercings. Not long in the club when we starting chatting to a few couples, they were also in the BDSM Scene there & they said it was not uncommon for slaves and subs to be naked in the club, so I hired a locker & had them strip off. The rest of the night there was filled with dancing, a few. Her wait was not long. It was only a couple of hours later that she was dragged out of the cage and an abaya was dropped over her head. Another journey followed in a van, and then a trip through a house into what appeared to be a small and relatively poorly equipped harem. She looked round the room with its shabby frayed furniture and wall decorations which were badly in need of repainting and hoped this was not to be her new home. She need not have worried, it wasn't to be her home, at least.