She had been allowed to rest on the floor of the vanafter she finished Vic. She awoke when the van stopped.She could not tell where she was at as Vic ...ulled herleash and led her from the van, again crawling. It waslike a carnival atmosphere with several tents and“booths” set up. Vic told Veronica that it was a sexcarnival and that they had a booth and she was the starattraction. Veronica hung her head and she was led to atent. Vic held the riding crop in front of her and. I reached across and placed my hands on her swaying hips before they began to explore her upper body reaching up further and further until they arrived at the smooth fabric of her bra. Once there she took hold of my hands and guided them onto her breasts showing me how she wanted me to touch them. She used my hands to rub and squeeze them in a series of quick and firm gropes that caused her to sigh in delight. It was not long before she let go of my hands feeling confident enough for me to go. I looked at her with what I hoped was neutral interest and said, “Seriously!! I’ll pass.”For a second she was angry and maybe a little hurt. Then she got a look of determination. She said, “Fine!! Act that way!!! It isn’t going to change anything!!” And she stomped upstairs.That weekend was agonizing. Heather kept up the pretense that the events of the following week were no big deal. And she treated me like I was a naughty little boy for trying to spoil her fun. Worse she acted like her. As soon as I looked at her, my thing couldn’t resist. She wore a black silk saree. It was transparent to a limit. It had golden borders. Her black bra strap was clearly visible. Her blouse was unable to resist her boobs. It was tight. Her front end of the blouse was perking through the saree. Her waist was long and clear white. I could see her deep navel through her saree. She wore a gold chain which reached until navel. I couldn’t resist on seeing this. I woke up and moved away. That night, my.