It is done by the hour and half hour. You shower and douche between each session. I want you to start tonight. Come in at ten and get your costume and...make up on." He then grabbed her and kissed her and put his hand up her shirt. He lifted her skirt and pulled her panties down and sat her on the table. He had his pants down and she was amazed how fast he could get his cock out when he wanted a piece of ass or cunt. He spread her legs and he rubbed her pussy with his face and then began to suck. You zip up your pants and untie my hands. Instead of letting me pull my clothes back on, you pull my jacket off me. The shirt and bra follow. I am completely naked except for my pumps. You take the tie and this time you blindfold me. You hold my arm and lead me to the armchair in your cabin. You make me sit on the armchair and spread my knees for a clear view. I hear you stepping back and then some more footsteps and then complete silence. It is freaking me out... naked on your chair, spread.... I said, “Bhaiy, there are English as well as Hindi newspapers in this.I want to keep the English newspaper. you take away the hindi ones. so let us first sort this out. He sat down in front of me. I also sat down. i pulled my gown upto the knees in a pretext to sit comfortably and exposed my thighs to him. He was glued to my beauty.Then we started sorting out the newpapers one by one. I kept bending purposefully to keep my cleavage well in his view.The effect had already started as I could see. If he continued or stopped, he could be punished. Was this more mental torture?Gimp looked at Mistress. She looked back with a blank face. Was she pleased or not? Gimp had no idea.Mistress stood up, walked across the room and stood between Ferrari and Gimp, her crutch within inches of Gimp.Gimp could smell her sweetness and knew she was wet. Mistress was happy but would never admit that to Gimp and Gimp knew that."Finish her off slut." Mistress said to Gimp. "How dare you make her.