Relief in a way as the pressure on my shorts was relieved. My cushion was slowly lowering back towards my lap.She was only gone a couple of minutes wh...n I heard "christof, christof they sent me the wrong ones" by the time she had finished her sentence she was back in the room.Her breasts encased in the fine white lace bra, her cleavage like a canyon as the support of the bra pull her large breasts together. Her slightly dark nipples topping her soft white breasts poking through the lace. Her. Kowsalya: I came only in the evening get ready my dinner sappati and kurma … And prepare my bed …Me yes mistress…Saying this she went out… I clean all plates and washed cloths but I don’t know where to dry it. So I called my mistressMe: mistressKowsalya: what the hell? Whom did you gave permission to call me?Me: sorry mistress I beg you forgive me… I don’t know where to dry your cloths, that’s why I called you..Kowsalya: you brainless fucking bitch go to the terrace.Me: mistress I want to ask. Thirty minutes had passed. I could hear a commotion outside. Evidently the police had arrived, with the bank phone ringing non-stop as they evidently tried to make contact with him. He just ignored the phone.He stopped his pacing and stood in front of us, scanning all of us.“All clothes off” he shouted at us.That prompted cries of “No” from the females.“All clothes off now!” he yelled again waving his gun about, pointed now in our direction.“I think he’s serious” I commented to the group “We. My wife loved the swimming but wasn’t too keen on the bicycle rides or hikes. She preferred the gym for her exercise with added socializing to go with it.The girl and a mean girl because she had to be half my age, rolled over and snuggled up to me. Resting her head on my chest.I really need to get out of here.With my eyes adjusted to the light now, I look around the room for clues to where my things are and to where I actually was.Looking back towards the window I see it. Sitting on the bedside.