“Like father, like son. You can give up before you embarrass yourself; there’s no shame in losing to a woman.”“Is that what you’re calling y...urself?” Brock grunted, steadying the knife. I slid the robe off my shoulders, and let it fall to my waist. Brock gawked at my bare breasts, his poised hand swaying. “What’s the matter, Brock?” I tittered, “Something distracting you?” I hunched forward onto the tabletop, pressing my breasts together, sucking my thumb. Brock tore his gaze away, fixed his. “Well?” she asked hopefully.“Well,” said Sam, “the store manager wants to think it over. He said for me to call him tomorrow and he’ll let me know.”“So, then, until he presses charges, I’m free to go?”“Not exactly,” said Sam. “Krissy, he’s already pressed charges. Meaning, until he potentially decides to drop the charges, I need to take you into custody.”Krissy looked at him, dumbfounded.“Are you telling me that I’m under arrest?” she asked incredulously.“I’m afraid so, Krissy. I need you. I checked with sweta, who said, u can wear anything, but it’s lehenga day. Don’t bring anything with u rest everything will be available at neetu aunty’s place, where i had to go. I found out a green color lehenga for me which looked quite good on my beautiful body. It took about 20-25 minutes to reach there by my maruti. I parked it in visitor’s parking and hurried to neetu aunty’s apartment. I called my office again and informed them that my mobile will be off for some time. It was 2:15 in. But I am meant to entertain him. To instead allow him to take joy out of my walk of exhibitionist shame. Fifteen yards of my tits swaying freely, of my black hair flowing in the wind, of my ass in full view, and my dutiful trimmed pubic mound.Despite the scalding hot asphalt, my mind ignores my feet, instead pushing on, carrying me ever closer to my goal.Women are hissing, and men are gawking as more and more notice the spectacle only just beginning. "What is that crazy woman thinking?", they.