The instructions were very detailed, I should drag the table to the exact spot where it used to be during the previous exhibition, undress, spread som... flour on my face and stomach, and lie down on the table with a thin piece of cloth wrapped over me. A bit weird it might seem, but after todays events it seemed like anything could happen. I wanted to sohw my loyalty, but most of all test my own limits. Acting a nude model was something I had considered seriously, and this was not a big step. Seeing no protest from me, theold man , now began to now squeeze and knead my buttocks andcup each one. He put his hand on the crack of my buttocks and wasnow very confidently squeezing each bum. I glanced at the otherpassengers and no one else was looking at us and were totally unawareof this happening. Given the lack of space to move away I did notprotest and allowed him to continue --- The old man was prettyencouraged and, through the saree was now feeling the outline of mypanty and then. It didn't seem to bother her. She licked the last drops out of my pubic hair and then looked up at me. "Give me the fist," I said."Should I really, mistress?" she asked and looked at her hand. She had a few clunky rings on her fingers and several bangles that clattered on her wrist. "Blast my cunt, slave," I replied and pulled my twat wide open. I wanted her to look deep inside my hole, into the muff of her mistress, which she had to obey and be obedient to. She pressed her fingers tight and. "Come on! Does it feel nice? Are they comfortable? Do you like how youlook in them? Go over to the mirror and take a look. Do you like thelook?" She took me by the hand and walked me over to the mirror.I stood there looking at myself in her pink panties, with lace around mylegs and waist. I kind of enjoyed it. I turned so I could see my profile.The holes for the legs were cut high, so that there was only a thin stripof satin connecting the front with the back. I ran my hands over my butt,and.