I see her enter the library and I cross the road and enter too. She goes straight to the romantic fiction section, this sexually repressed woman is ge...ting her sexual fix reading bodice ripping stories.She is wearing a plain skirt, jacket and a blouse tan tights and flat shoes, the skirt just below the knee, she blended into the background. But today she would shine, I would see to that, my lover had arranged a suite in a hotel, and if when I was successfulI was to call him and he would get to. Luke smiled at the woman who smiled back and held the door open for him.“Thank you,” Luke said, still smiling.The young lady smiled back but didn’t say anything as she walked away from the flats.Luke walked in and closed the door, went to the stairs and started to climb up. He got to the second floor and saw the flat he wanted and knocked the door knocker.Whilst Luke waited he quickly played over in his mind what he wanted to happen. He was twenty-three years old and had answered the ad in the. So, he urgently left the event and headed toward Rajasthan.Biswajit was very happy to learn of this incident. In the evening, everyone got a room at a resort. The resort management had been preparing all day for its guests. Mom and I got a room that was coincidentally next to Biswajit’s room. But I was not aware of any such situation between them at that time.So, the next day, we all went out to the garden for breakfast. Mom was wearing a normal white salwar suit and her black bra was quite. I ran my hands over my smooth skin,pausing longer than was necessary to caress my rounded buttocks, pleasedwith the results. I hoped that the girl I had arranged to meet would beequally as pleased.I smiled at my reflection in the mirror, climbed out of the bath, driedoff and padded off to the bedroom to complete my preparations for thenight ahead. I had learnt from experience that it was essential tomoisturise following a hair-removal session to avoid the intense itchingthat could follow a few.