I didn’t know if he heard, but he had just opened up the horny desires in me. But because of my blouse he couldn’t proceed further on my back. Wit...out saying anything I just took off my blouse and just lay down in my bra. Chachaji was really happy seeing that and he now unhooked my bra and started massaging my back. I was slowly getting wet now. He continued to increase the force with which he was massaging me. Chachaji had sensed that I had started to enjoy his touch. He poured oil on my soft. It was dark. The cab driver said ‘Ladies, you sure this is the right place?’ Miranda answered, ‘ Fuck, yeah! Just let us off.’ They looked at the somber building, quiet for a moment. Approaching the front door they looked at each other, a question in their eyes. Pulling the old fashioned ringer they waited for a response, and waited. Nothing! Shrugging their shoulders, they walked around the side of the house. There were no lights. Dark! Very dark! There was a path, sort of a path! Stumbling. Shani smirked her approval as Erica took his leash and led him to it, the two women who’d brought the pole now eagerly showing him cords with which he’d be bound to it, receiving further enthusiastic warbling from the horde. He gasped as he was made to kneel with his back against it, facing the logs below the ominous clay oval, which would soon be blazing. His calves and arms were drawn back to straddle the pole, where his ankles and wrists were bound tightly, and Erica delighted in binding his. I was a bit nervous about how Dave would react when he saw it. I shouldn’t have worried; he loved it and was turned on when I told him who did it. The next day after the girls told everyone what I did, the guys all wanted to see my tattoo. They pestered me all day and finally just before it was time to leave, I called them into my office and unbuttoned my blouse. Of course, they had to get close to “see it.” Someone asked me to move my bra so they could see the whole butterfly. I didn’t.