I said to her it will look good on her, and she agreed. We bought some beautiful sarees for her. We paid the bill and thanked them. We headed towards ...he undergarments shop. My teacher was a little hesitant, but I assured her. We went inside and there also we were welcomed.I asked the employee to show the latest designer panties and bra. She asked for the size. My teacher in a low and nervous voice told her size was 38-28-40. She showed some latest designed undergarments. Some were thongs, V,. The DDs were accentuated by small nipples that were so rock hard with arousal that they could cut glass. He had to have her. “Give me your wrists” he ordered. She raised her arms to him and he grabbed a pair of his neck ties and tightened them around her wrists. He then pushed her gently backward on his bed, securing the ties so that each wrist was tied to each ankle. It was a magnificent sight…and he was almost cumming just looking at her. Spread eagle on his bead, she wondered what he. “Mahender, I cannot do anything if you don’t let me fuck your bahu. I am just reminding you of your words. The word that you gave me as a friend years ago.” Ramlal said very politely.He was right. We both had discussed it years ago, but I had never expected to fuck my bahu. Ramlal was a great friend, and I didn’t want to lose him.“Tell me, Mahender, if the roles would have been reversed. And I would have fucked my bahu instead. Would you not have asked me to share her with you?” Ramlal asked.I. Not looking at the security desk in my building lobby I quickly sneaked in the elevator like I was afraid that someone would know what was about to happen, even though I was still dreaming of the time that I would get caught doing it ,and accidentally fulfill one of my deepest fantasies .I reached out to my keys and opened the door , a familiar hand wrapped around my waist and gently pushed me in. The door was shut.It was about a week since we met , he was visiting a friend on the same floor.