Charmed. And Namaste.

"Hey Erin, hey Doc!" Charlie says. "How do you do?" He gently reaches out and gropes each of our tits, while we both shake his schlong. "Doc, my client here is the honorable Ar-Rahid Ming-Na." The other man squirms a bit uncomfortably as I grab and shake his schlong. I notice right away that he wears a thin, lubed-up condom. Instead of gracing my tit, he claps his gloved palms together and bows stiffly "Namaste Doc." He makes the same gesture to Erin and to Abby, calling out "Namaste Erin" and "Namaste Miss..."

Abby has paled and backed off into a Wall, to evade Charlie's touch. "Abby!" she breathes. He nods and repeats "Miss Abby". His eyes linger on her but he makes no move to touch her. This leads to me having a brilliant idea.

I take my office neighbor aside, stroking his penis. "Charlie? How long has your client been in the country?"

He returns the favor by fingering my vajay and responding in a hushed voice. "Several days, but I haven't found him a suitable living space yet. There are some cultural hangovers. In his part of Asia, 'strangers' don't touch, and you don't fuck people unless they are in your harem. See the stockings, gloves and condom?"

I nod. One rarely sees men wearing condoms outside of a sex session. Just as well, theigh-high silk seethrough stockings are a weird choice for men to wear around here. Most men go with various kinds of long socks from ankle-length up to knee-length at most. Stockings are more of women's wear, although Erin and me are both fledgling foot fetishists which is why we wear knee-length stirrup socks. That leaves our toes free.

Rahid's elbow-length gloves are just as odd, they are of the same seethrough material as his stockings. I know a lot of dominant women have a kink for fingerless gloves, and full-fingered leather gloves are sometimes worn by openly submissive people. Yet Rahid does not come across that way, he is unashamed in checking out Abby, but pays little attention to myself or Erin. "Charlie, my client over there also has some issues with touching. Do you think we could work on this together?"

"Doc, check out how he behaves around your client." Indeed, Rahid is slowly and at double arm's length circling around Abby, who looks at him like a rabbit would a tiger. "This looks like he did fall in love at first sight. Tell you what, I'll sign him over. You can pay me back later."

"Pay you back?" I retort, while tousling his pubic hair. "Men. You always think about the one thing."

Charles shrugs and walks over to his client, Rahid, and begins to talk him into joining our group.

Meanwhile, Erin and I take care of Abby. Only now, when Charlie pointed out accessories, it occurs to me that Abby doesn't wear any. Of course, a lot of people walk around with no accessoires at all, so I hadn't even considered that Abby was brought into this world entirely nude. She had said earlier that she was used to cover up her genitals, and I begin to wonder how the accesories would look to achieve this. Quite possibly two cloaks: one worn around the hips and one around the neck. That would hide the genitals from sight, but let a breeze in and allow emergency access. Anyway. I file these questions away for later.

Erin and me grab each one of her hands and buttcheeks, and we escort her to the foyer door. Abby whimpers something about reeeaaaaally needing to pee, and I decide to make it quick. There is a Hot Stuffs messtaurant right next door. It is not my favorite chain because of its food selection, but it beats the messhall on the other side, which a McFannies. I am not into this kind of greasy stuff, despite having eaten out there hundreds of times. But we can't walk multiple blocks towards Sushi-Me with Abby needing to pee this urgently.