At one point, six hands were feeling up my muscled upper body. Jyoti and Damini aunty were softly touching the ice to my nipples getting them to stand...up, then towards my belly button and groin. I still had a splitting headache and my body felt insanely weak. They decided that they should dip my feet and legs in cold water too – two more buckets were called. I was made to lie sideways now with my legs hanging down from the bed. When the buckets came, they tried to fold up my pants so that they. When her eyes fell to look at her body, she gasped. She could see a lot more skin—her smooth and blemishless and firm skin—because she was now dressed in a whole lot less. Instead of her sweater, she had a green, fur-lined crop top that squeezed her breasts together to create and highlight a deep crevice of cleavage. Her nipples peaked over the top like twin rising suns. Below her exposed midriff, smooth and hard from a devotion to Pilates, was a sassy fur fringed green mini skit, barely held. Again, asking the man where there were and apologising as my master was telling me to. I blushed as I did so, and again my pussy twitched. I picked up a pink set and look at the packaging. These puzzled me, I’ve not seen them before and didn’t really know what they would do. But I picked them up as told. I really just wanted to get back to the car and rub my clit like crazy until I came. Next I was told to find some breast bondage things, but they were easy to find, so again I had to ask. I. The room temp was 84. I took off my shirt and turn on the a/c unit I have in my room and parked myself in front of a fan.I was focused on my writing and not watching my environment. Where I live temps can vary a lot from one day to the next. I had to run through my little drill of different ways of cooling off in an emergency at home or out and about. It’s a drag. Imagine, it’s 85 degrees and you’re in a traffic jam on a bridge and the car A/C goes out. You are a 50+ year old fat man. Are you.