Alarmed, she stepped out of the car. Rain whacked her in the face with the force of a slap. She pushed her collar up and walked around the Toyota, to ...he driver’s side, to see if she could get Baxter’s attention. She leaned down close to the window, but there was no one in the driver’s seat. What the hell? ‘Baxter, this isn’t — Oww! Oof!’ She winced in pain as someone with the strength of three men pushed her roughly against the driver’s side of the car. ‘Ungh … now listen, this isn’t funny,. I did not know what to say. I was just staring at Arun. Bhaiya was eyeing me like a hungry lusty beast and so was Aruna. She was also used to this.She did the same with Ashok and his wife Gayatri. They both felt that I was scared and stepped back. Bhaiya went and sat on the couch and Aruna ran to him and sat on his lap. He started massaging her tits while sipping on his whiskey glass.Arun came in towards me and gave me a deep smooch. I was like a deer in headlights. Just sitting there on the. Put the wig on and when we finish I'll see to it that the rest of the guys not tell your folks. I mean it, if you act right...' I started bend down when James stopped me '...naw, that's not how a Bitch do it...' dejected I went to my knees and picked up the wig and adjusted it. I placed it on my head and kept my head down. James took hold of my chin and lifted my face, my tears running over his fingers as he pulled my chin to his throbbing cock and it brushed my lips. Ralph returned and handed. In Master’s shirt i look like a little girl playing ?dress up? in her Daddy’s clothes. The sleeves are too long, and it fits very loosely. The bottom covers slave’s sex sufficiently. Most of the stares i get wearing Master’s shirts are people trying to decide if i am making a fashion statement, or what. Of course, tonight, the leash still attracted attention of its own.W/we walked the dozen, or so, blocks to the hotel, and to a different room, this time. At the door to the Golden Spike room,.