I gave the whole issue a lot of thought and decided to wait till the next day before going to the police. After all, I had enjoyed what had happened.I... dried myself and looked in the mirror. There were no marks of violence. My pussy was sore and my cheeks hurt. But no serious damage.I wore jeans and t-shirt and headed to the office. As I was leaving, I was suddenly reminded of the CD. I picked it up and left the house.I always wear a sari to work and so everyone was surprised at my casual. "I should have been nervous. After all, I hadn't come anywhere close to a sexual encounter that didn't involve my left hand in over a year, and if the fantasies of the men at the bar were to be believed, I was headed into the lair of a certified man-eater.But as I followed Stepin Fetchit toward a side exit, I felt calm radiating through my body. What would be would be, and I was ready to simply go with the flow and enjoy the ride.I was thoroughly unsurprised to find myself being escorted to a. Emi battled feelings of inadequacy, wanting to look away but stubbornly refusing to admit defeat. Kayleigh’s expression was one of pure triumph as she looked Emi straight in the eye, flaunting herself proudly. “Present yourself,” Mr. Smith told her, obvious pride in his voice, and Kayleigh took a wide step to the right, exposing her delicate pink cunt for their inspection. Mr. Smith made a gesture towards Birch, and he stepped forward. Emi realised he was being invited to do a more personal. The owner greeted us, an older Arab man wearing what looked like middle eastern clothing, he introduced himself as Mustafa. He was friendly enough and urged us to look around.My Emily asked him about belly dancing outfits and he lit up. He led us towards the back of the store. There had to be over a hundred different belly dancing outfits. My wife rifled through the outfits finding a white sheer outfit accented with gold rings around the topThe shop keeper pointed to a changing room and my wife.