The humiliation continues

The content in the following chapters may be little stimulating. It deals with humiliation and similar kinks. If you are not comfortable with these better to skip this chapter.

When I came out, Mrs. Arora signaled her maid Malti to come closer. She was also present during the entire session, quietly observing from a corner.

Malti was an old tribal lady with dark skin. She wore a plain cotton sari , which contrasted sharply with the fancy attire of everyone else in the room.

"Malti what do you think about our beautiful model" Mrs. Arora pointed towards me.

Malti slowly walked towards me, her eyes roaming over my body hungrily. Without warning, she cupped my breasts and squeezed them hard. I gasped in pain and shock, trying to push her away. But she held me tight, running her rough hands all over my body.

Mrs. Arora watched us with interest, a small smile playing on her lips. After a few moments, Malti finally released me and turned towards her employer.

"She's a fine specimen indeed, madam."

Mrs. Arora clapped her hands together. "Good good! Now bring some **** for everyone."

Malti nodded and disappeared into another room. Shortly after, she returned with a bottle of whiskey and four glasses. She poured generous amounts into each glass and distributed them among us.

As we sipped our drinks, Mrs. Arora continued discussing business matters with Mrs. Sharma. They talked about politics, fashion trends, and upcoming events. Meanwhile, I stood awkwardly in the background, feeling like an object on display.