The secrets of the club were not to be told to our wives, our families or even our closest friends. The club was now my family and we were closer than...blood. I took the oath thinking it was just a group speak type thing where we had a motto. I was sent into the bathroom with a package and told to put on my new uniform that I would have to wear for my entire first year as a member. As I went into the bathroom and inspected the contents of the box I noticed that aside from the vest there was a. It didn’t sound like an annoyed sigh, so I supposed that maybe he liked me to touch him like that. It felt hot and odd through his jeans. I didn’t know what to expect, or what it was meant to feel like. It was strangely soft, in that it did yield somewhat to my touch, but was firmer than when I felt his tummy or leg. I couldn’t quite understand how it lay sideways in his jeans (when you have no experience of such things, the imagination can be very blank at times). “Do you want to feel it. I sucked my breath in and turned my face away, in mock modesty.Then he whispered, "Let me take it off completely. I want you naked."I whimpered and kept my face turned away, while he pulled the tucking of the other end of the saree out from my petticoat.Once the saree was detached from my body, he ran his hands over my abdomen and caressed the crotch and said, "Haraamjaadi. Goodboti." ("Bitch. You cunt.")I answered, "Take of your clothes also. Let me see that monster."He did not argue. He. He said "I keep some merchandise in the back room. Would you like to look at it?" we said we would and noticed that he walked to the front door and locked it. He led us into the back room which had a lot of items on shelves, beautiful pictures and a large counter area. I resumed playing with Pam's tits and he moved closer. Pam reached out and began to rub the front of his pants. She took his hand and placed it on one of her tits as he whispered "that is sooo nice!" He asked me if it was OK and.