She immediately turned back and sat up-right now; facing me, back against the wall. Her upper half was fully illuminated by the screen light. I opened...my eyes for the lucky sight.Punam was smiling, her left hand holding the mobile, her right hand squeezing her boobs. My dick was fully erect now, making a small tent of my trousers. She slowly lowered down both of her straps. My eyes widened and I slowly put my hands over my penis rubbing it. Then her top went down and her boobs finally popped. When we entered, all conversation stopped. I was the only white woman in the bookstore, and my tits were still exposed, plus Charles led me in like a bitch on a leash. There were a smattering of black men, ranging from men in their 20s all the way up to their 60s. The black man behind the counter was in his 50s, with grey hair. At the door was an enormous black bouncer, maybe 6'5 and 250 lbs. of all muscle. Charles led me to the older black man, who appeared to be the manager and ordered me to. Couple of hours passed like that and around 8 when Harish Bhaiya usually come home I got a call from him saying that he will get late and told me not to wait for him for dinner.From Harish Bhaiya’s voice I could make out that he was embarrassed over his deed and trying avoiding getting face to face with me, I wanted to speak to him at that time even and later I thought about calling him to tell him not to feel embarrassed over his proposal but I failed to gather courage and ended up waiting for. But, to be honest, some part of me didn't want to leave mistress. Some part of me wanted to forget everything, and just be with her, do whatever she ordered. I was completely trapped in her charm and beauty, and was surprisingly happy about it. But whenever I was thrown out of my comfort zone, it all would come back to me, my desire to run away from this life. One night, Mistress Kate brought her friends to our home. I, unaware of the coming guests, was sitting naked, as ordered by miss Kate.I.