By this time my tool was rock hard and already craving for sex. I asked Vibha to give me a blow job. She asked me to go for a piss first as she had no... gone to piss from last night and is now feeling the urge to relieve. I could have given her permission. But then suddenly something struck my mind and I refused. I asked to do the sex and then she can go for it.She was not happy. But as she was my slave she has to follow my orders and she started to give me the blow job. She was trying to make. “I liked catching you in the living room.” She whispered. “I liked what we did in the garage and then in your room.” She quietly tells me, her lips nearly on mine.I was having a really hard time listening to her words ... breathing in her scent.“But I couldn’t say that Bobby. I couldn’t just come right out and say that.” She sounds so sorry, so apologetic, and maybe even a tiny bit ashamed. Not for what we’d done but for the pretences, the mockery ... the bullshit.She closed the few inches. Of course, all he was thinking about was my soft naked body and what my pussy tasted like. As it was the end of the day, the boutique was quiet. The shop assistant had no problem with Tom entering the fitting rooms to view my choice of dresses. I closed the curtain and removed my dress that I threw on in my rush to get out. I put the first dress on. A short black dress which showed of my big tits and hourglass figure. As I pulled the curtain back to shout for Tom, I couldn’t believe my eyes.. The only thing that might have aroused any sort of curiosity was a faint hum coming from the back of the building, and a soft blue glow that was visible from the front door way.I checked the entrance as carefully as I could and, finding no one, stepped inside. The building was musty and old, with a large staircase in the middle of the hallway and three or four tenant doors lining the halls. No lights were visible except for the aforementioned blue glow, coming from the last room on the right..