She likes wearing churidar all the time with a little low cut, but when she bents down, u feel like u are the luckiest person in the world.Her husband...is an army officer and about to take retirement. She spends most of her time with my mum in kitty parties where it is rumoured that they do a lot of private things. I silently got up from the chair and washed my hands then i went and sat on the stairs. She came and sat next to me and we talked more and more, about my hostel, her husband, my dad,. When Yvette returned freshened, she saw that the bed had the covers removed and just the sheets remained. Karl stood by the table and beckoned her over. He placed her back against the bottom end of the table and boosted her ass onto it. Taking each foot, he fastened the heels into the stirrup’s locking mechanisms. He rudely smacked her back down on the table and clipped each cuff over her head to the opposite end of the table. He elevated the head rest so she could see down her body. Then he. A soft brown sweater exposes a white t-shirt in its v-neck. I want to slide my hands under the sweater, down the jeans… ‘Hi,’ his voice is deeper than I remember. It is not competing with the sounds of a bar band today. He extends a hand and states, business-like, ‘My name is Alex.’ His look is hopeful. ‘Hi,’ I hesitate, the fantasy has never gone here before. I take a few seconds to take in my new acquaintance. He is tall, heavy, not fat but substantial, filled out, as they used to say. His. And my blood runs cold. You know I?ll cooperate with anything... Within reason. So what is about to be asked of me that any means can be used? What is the show? The duct tape is ripped off my ass. ?Piss and shit.? Voice 3 orders. Awkwardly I squat, so that I don?t get the boots dirty. I can only imagine the show I?m already putting on, gagged, blindfolded, hands cuffed behind my back, wearing only knee high hooker boots, and squatting in front of several unknown men to relieve.