I don’t know if you’ve every tried to get into a central London pub on a Friday night near Christmas time but…well, you know those pictures you ...ometimes see of people being pushed with brooms onto the Tokyo subway until they can hardly breathe? This was worse. It took two of our lot five minutes just to fight their way to the bar to get our order in, there was nowhere to sit, and wherever you stood there were people jostling you as they made their way through the place. The juke box was. Pande-ji: No ifs or buts Madam. If you shout I will take you out in sunlight like this. So just keep calm. Me: But I am coming from Guru-ji... Pande-ji: Guru-ji my foot. One more word and I will pull your panty down and take you in front of all, you understand I was utterly confused, at the same time I was peaking up sexually due to this fondling and exposure. But for the first time, I was a bit scared. I tried to keep my composure so that I do not create a scene and people see me in such. We dived into our bags and 2 minutes later we were stood outside wearing just ‘strings only’ bikinis and sandals.“Err 2 questions girls.” Ben said, “Do you think that that is appropriate for this place, and do you really wear just those for work? Where the hell do you work?”We explained that there was only 1 way to find out and that we worked in a fashion shop for late teen girls. They weren’t convinced but we still set off.“We’ll be okay unless some prude gets close to us, you guys can make. When I was finished, I did not have to wait long before the leader appeared again. Someone with a suspicious mind might have taken that as more evidence that I was being monitored.“Feeling better now, John?”“Thank you Sir, much better. The breakfast was better than ... I mean, it was excellent, Sir.”“I guess you hadn’t eaten for a while, John.”I looked down and tried to look ashamed.“No Sir, I haven’t.”“Please, John, stop, calling me Sir. All the people here call me Matthew.”“Yes Sir - I mean.