I followed his instructions to the letter. I am wearing a black bolero sweater silk blouse, grey, his favorite colour and I am minus my 36-C bra (per...his request), a size 8 black pencil skirt that falls just below my calf and had a back split up to my mid-thigh (sans panties again another request), black stockings and 3-inch open toe pumps to show off my perfectly pedicured steel grey polished toes. My caramel skin is glowing and my long brown hair gently sweeps against my shoulders. I can. It went quiet for a brief moment, and then he heard a strange slurping sound, and the guy let out a long low moan. A masculine voice growled, “Yeah, suck that cock, bitch.” Bradley’s hand let his bag drop to the ground, as he stared at the girl’s back and bottom, mesmerized by her body and the knowledge of what she was doing with her steady bobbing back and forth. The sound of the bag landing didn’t deter them even slightly. After just a few minutes, the girl stood again and the smacking. The best part of office parties is to check out the girls from work dressing down for the weather. The visuals were outstanding, and one girl in-particular caught my attention. Monique was born and raised in Montreal but she had been working at the company for four years. Sexy accent, sexy body, sexy everything. Slender, dark hair about 5"4. The accent put her over with the guys. At the after-party is where business started to pick up. A bunch of us had something to eat and continued our. Let’s jump to the main part.I was taken to the baba’s ashram. I was allotted a room. It’s more like a hut than a concrete made room. Inside at the center, there’s huge wooden log on which the roof of the hut rests. At one corner there’s a window and cot near it to sleep. Opposite to that, there’s a place to cook food. There’s another door to go to the backside of the hut.Outside there’s a well and besides that a place to bath. I settled in the hut. I was instructed to wear only traditional.