He inserted his fingers in between my feets fingers and started rubbing. It was so relieving. My husband was seeing this from distance sitting on a ch...ir. He said, “Madam, your feet are beautiful”. I again smiled at him.After massaging both legs from knees, he asked if the pain is on my knees too. My husband said yes full legs. Without lifting the saree, he inserted his hands straight into the saree and started pressing my thighs. I was a bit aroused and moved a bit but he held my thighs and. I put my papers away about 7pm and poured myself a large glass of wine.I took this into the bathroom and sipped it gently whilst immersed in arelaxing foam bath. Wrapping a towel around my breasts, I bent over thehand-basin and washed my, by now quite long, hair. I return to thebedroom with my hair in a towel turban and spent the nest three-quartersof an hour drying and setting it in gentle waves. (I really enjoy livingas a woman, but you do have to set a lot of time aside in order to lookyour. He was committed to showing his strength and virtue to Shamar, the Most Revered Woman, in hopes that he would be selected to be the consort of the New Revered Woman at the time of the New Sun. His thoughts then jumped to Amma, whom he hoped would be selected as the New Revered Woman for the sacred rite. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Shamar emerge from the Sacred Tunnel of the Mound, Her long black hair blowing in the wind, and the womanly curves of Her body silhouetted against the grey. Raj said, “We now have watched everything of yours, what is now to hide bitch”.I was standing there humiliated, insulted and sexually abused. The college stand was coming near. I thought that it was over but it was not. They said to each other that “Mohit one thing is still left brother” raj said. I was confused that what was left. Raj said mockingly that “We squeezed her boob, fingered her pussy, watched her pussy, viewed her boob, but still one thing left”. Mohit replied that “What is left?We.