My hand over your shoulder gently massages your neck and shoulder sliding over the front touching the top portion of your breast. I feel the heat of y...ur body. My other hand, holding yours, moves over your skirt moving down to the hem and then your warm leg. Your leg press harder against mine and I am encouraged to move my hand upward on you thigh. As I do your hand aids my movement up your thigh.I look into your eyes and see your urging and I slide my hand to the inside of your thigh and you. I watched Lynn as Red continued to twist and turn, offering her ample breasts to the audience like they were part of an erotic feast. More than once I caught the briefest of eye contact between Lynn and Red.As Red concluded her first dance she pulled the thin straps down to fully expose her 36D breasts, silver dollar size areolas and finger like nipples. Lynn was mesmerized and downed the last of her drink. As Red continued her second number Lynn did not notice the second drink deftly placed. Suddenly Jyoti caught my husband’s bermuda and pulled him hard towards her. Sunil was caught by surprise and exclaimed, “What…?” Jyoti was hardly a model of chastity. She thundered, “What the hell are you waiting for. Am l lying nude here for suntan or what? Come and fuck me.” She was brass and open. unlike me or anyone I knew. As Jyoti’s husband advanced on me, I briefly opened my eyes. The Colonel pushed my husband towards his wife. Sunil looked at my half open eyes. I closed my eyes. I did. The pictures portrayed physically and mentally abused, beautiful women dressed in form fitting clothes such as leather, latex, PVC, and other plastic or rubber items. They were depicted in varying degrees of distress. Bound and gagged, ropes wrapped painfully tight around the breasts, or made to lick the bottom of their masters gleaming high heeled boots. Feeling horrified I thought “Is this my little boy fantasizes about”?This was only the beginning of my investigation and as I dove further.