She found it very romantic and commented that her husband never did that to her. Slowly I put my hand on her plump thighs and started caressing her th...ghs. She let out an audible moan clearly indicating this was all new to her. We drove around for a while and then stopped at a secluded place on the outskirts of Pune. There I pulled Sarika’s sweet face to me and started kissing her lips passionately. Initially she hesitated but then started responding very well. I placed a hand on her breast and. Over the meal they talked of her wish to be humiliated and used again at least once more, and she when asked, told him of the feelings when that last stroke was administered, the waiting for that stroke being the most erotic thing she had ever endured, and she then went on to say ”she wished before her death that as part of the final ritual she was to be mutilated, as she had a long held fear that some n*********a loving undertaker would ever be able to use her dead body.” He laughed and said. How lucky can a woman get!Precisely, one hour after Brad called, he was standing at my front door, with a broad smile on his face. His blue eyes looked inviting, his demeanor was relaxed and confident. He was dressed in a light button-down shirt that showed his masculine shape. It looked like he had his hair cut since the last time I saw him. He looked good.Brad’s eyes nearly popped out of his head when I opened the door, wearing nothing except for a black sparkly bra, matching thong, and. I know it is my fault. Disgusted he admitted to himself that he couldn’t even summon the courage to ask her for a date. Sitting in his office, he stared at the wall in front of him. He didn’t see the advertisements of cars, the promotions for spare parts and paints. All he could see was a vision of that beautiful young woman who seemed to have stolen so quietly into his life. Reviewing the day’s activities, he wondered how he could have made his presence more forceful. Suddenly he blanched..