But no matter what, the wide blouse gave off . She couldn’t hide it anyways. The push-up bra was doing its work. Mumtaz took her black saree and dra...ed it over her curvy body. The saree seems almost transparent.Contrasting to her white fairy navel, the saree exposed her skin from below her blouse to her waist. Her belly button glowed under the transparent material. Mumtaz wore the necklace and placed the pendant right on her cleavage. The jewelry, lipstick, and even the fragrance of perfume. He told me to take off my wet clothes and throw them in the dryer and maybe seeing my tities would be of some help. I followed his advice thinking that I was being clinical and professional and removed my bra and scrubbs. Now let me say that I am no beauty queen, At this time in my life I only weighed about a hundred pounds, I had b cup boobs and not much else going for me. Granted I was just over four and half feet tall but still. Now I am standing there stroking this man's wang with just my. Then he reached under my arms and pulled me to my feet. He roughly pulled the wonder-woman sl**p tee over my head and stood in front of me, his hands back on his hips looking me over. I was naked. His pulsing wet cock rested on my tummy. I looked forward at his muscles and his smooth chest. Then I looked up and knew what was going to happen next. I knew this was the moment. Dr Heard asked, “Were you frightened?” “No, I was scared of the pain, but I was too excited, too thrilled at the lust in. Meine Frau verhält sich irgendwie wie eine Nutte!Sie streicht mit einer Hand über ihren Push Up, über ihre Titten und bleibt an ihren Nippeln hängen, die sie zwischen ihren Fingern reibt, sodass sie steif abstehen.„Soll ich mich wieder fingern, oder etwas anderes?“ dabei greift sie vor sich auf den Tisch und hält eine große gelbgrüne Banane in ihrer Rechten.„Wie wäre es mit der?“ Sie hält mir die Banane entgegen. Ich bin sprachlos.Wortlos steht sie auf, dreht sich um und stellt wieder ein Bein.