But she was not there to accept my glass. She was lying in my bed and said she was tired and just wanted to lie down for some time. Me bahoot thuggayi...hoom, thoda let javoon. I sat near her. I noticed she was a buxom girl in her early twenties, big boobs, flat navel, nice make up, Her blouse which was specially made for the dance with lot of shining materials was pinching her and she just unhooked her blouse and her boobs which were in the bra were projecting up. I asked her whether I may help. She went started to make an excuse, but I cut her off. "Open up your blouse and take that bra off." I calmly orderd. "I want you comfortable and available to me." I explained and going on to remind her that I will play with her or tell her to play with herself when I wanted her to do so. As she did what I told her to do she redponded back in a humble "Yes". I turned and looked over at her, like it really mattered with her blindfold on "Yes, what?" She stammered "Yes, sir."I put my hand on her. With a knowing smile, you set me back on my feet, put your arm around my waist, and steer me towards the parking lot. Upon arriving at the car, you spin me around forcefully and pin me against the car door before I realize what you’ve done. Pulling me fully against you, in an embrace that spoke of your deep longing, you crush?your lips to mine in a kiss that seems to last forever and yet, not long enough.Already, I can feel your rock-hard need against my thigh and I’m more ready than I've ever. Len thought, "Where did that come from?" The magician moved Char to the center of the room and began to use her as a treat for the small audience. Doing parlor tricks, he reached up under the sheer outfit to pull a small egg from under Char’s breast. The magician asked someone to examine it and put it back. He massaged her breast and produced a white dove. More applause and some laughter could be heard. The magician was only getting started. He slipped around behind Char sliding his hands over.