If you guide them back, I'll switch with any shift you want next week." said Monica. Monica was a great negotiator and not a bad looker either. Monica...was in her early 40's, with some curves here and there. She didn't have much going on up top but could definitely fill out those tight ranger pants we were all issued.I finally relented "Fine, Monica but you owe me." I sternly said to her. "Great! Follow me back to the tourist hut." I followed her back to the hut which was only a short walking. I stood, much more easily than Iexpected, and let my jeans fall over the tops of the shoes. My baggymens jeans almost mimicked the effect of women's pants cut long to wearwith heels, except mine were loose at the top as well. The tips of theshoes poked out from under my pants, and the back of my pants hung loosearound the spike heel. I had to see what this looked like. I scurried tomy bedroom, my heels clicking audibly on the wooden floors. God, eventhe sound was exciting me. I had a. Ok honey smack!! No!! You will address me as Mam or Mistress understand? Yes Mam I said good now let's make sure you can't move, she began to put handcuffs of my hands and ankles and secure them to ropes she had already tied to the Bed frame. Let's see hummm.... Oh yeah there we are she said open your mouth I did what she told me and as soon as I did she shoved a ball gag into my mouth and tied it really tight so I couldn't say anything even if I wanted to. Ok she said the first question I have. No one bothered to pull back my bra or button my blouse, though the boobs were covered under the anchal. The station came and a big crowd began disembarking, somehow I also got pushed down and out of the train. In the stampede, my anchal got pulled down and my naked breasts became free for all to see. I quickly covered them again under the anchal. It was not VT, but Dadar. I did not have to get down here. But before I could even think of getting back into the train, the train started. Suddenly.