There was a mirror on the wall above the table and I was watching Bhabhi in the mirror. She was removing her sari and then she looked towards me. She ...ould not think that I was watching her reflection. Then she unbuttoned her blouse and removed it. I saw her well-developed breasts partially held by the while laced bra. Her boobs were extra large and the brassier she wore was not able to hold them properly.She went to the bed and lay on it flat, covered her breasts with a see through dupatta.. She was fascinated to realise that although his hands were filthy and his trousers caked with god knows what sort of dirt, his cock, as he pulled it out, was as pink as a baby. It was like a pink slug looking at her...she looked back...it twitched. She looked up and the full realisation of the position dawned on her.She was sitting at the feet of a stranger with her legs apart and the wet crotch of her pants on display. He had his cock in his hand and she could see that the situation had dawned. I was confused at this point; this all seemed so elaborate I couldn’t tell what the intent was. Luther brought over a poll that had a solid base and a rod that ran horizontally off the top. Hanging from the rod was a wand vibrator which he positioned directly between my legs; adjusting it so it was leaning firmly against my clit. He then brought a tripod over with a camera attached that had a wire running across the floor and said “I’m going to. “I’ll put these on you. That should guarantee good behavior.” “Um, okay.” As the cuffs clicked around my wrists, it occurred to me that most people did not keep things like this handy and that her “I want to get off but how can I trust you?” routine was a bit suspicious. Nicole interrupted my train of thought by shoving me onto the bed. My hands went up over my head as I fell against the pillows. She reached over me and grabbed something that she connected to the handcuffs. I was chained to.