)That one night wasn't the end of it, of course. "Dancing with the bottle" -- really, me fucking myself with it -- became a special part of our lovema...ing. Once a week, maybe. Then one day, sitting in the corner of his room, was a bottle of chianti. A very tall bottle of chianti. Ohboy, I can guess what this is for. I wondered if it would actually work. So I walked over to it just to check the, uh, height. It was just about right, even when I had flat shoes on, several inches below the, uh,. . well, you get the message.It was a hot day and I had slathered up with sun cream and had oiled Jan up too, though sadly she refused my attempts to take it a bit further as she said if I started we'd never get anything done, though she was clearly tempted.Jan, as ever, tackled the weeds; I, as ever, got the mower and strimmer out and got to work. It didn't take too long, about an hour, though I was getting quite sweaty but did enjoy giving the odd wave to Jean, Lisa and Janet as they wandered. I knew that all this gyaan was just a formality, she was expecting me to continue what I wanted to do. I didn’t listen to her and again started kissing her. After some 15-20 mins of smooching and boobs fondling, she asked me to join her at her house as there was no one at home.We reached and I just pounced on her. We started smooching. She started removing my shirt and I started removing her blouse. We both got naked and I took her in my arms and threw her on the bed. We started kissing and. And all are done based on my finger measurements. Master-ji seemed determined to convince me about his style of taking measurement. Master-ji: Madam, look at your side to that heap. All those bra and panty would go to the cities and you would purchase that in attractive packs from shop. If this method was not correct, could I run this business for such a long time Madam? I looked at the heap of colored clothes, which though I noted entering the room, but due to the dim light was unable to.