I requested her, “Kajal, show me completely please.” I in 2 attempts I was able to unhook her bra. She held her bra in her hands from the front as...I pushed down her straps. She was still turned the other side, I held her shoulders and turned her around.She looked down at my bulge as I moved my hands down to pull out her bra. She tried to resist but it was only half-hearted from her. I slowly pulled her bra and her lovely boobs popped out to stand out like 2 glowing lamps in the dim light. She. So she said could I just lay down on the couch with my head on a cushion on your lap so you can play with my hair, she loves that and rub my back as well she demanded. Not wanting to sound too eager I said, cant you wait I am as tired as you are and no one rubs my aching neck. My wife said oh go on Ginni will make you a cup of tea after. So ok, I knew what was likely to happen, Ginni popped upstairs to put her pyjamas on which consist of very thin long pants, that hang on her hips and a little. Slowly by slowly he started making tighter more low-cut blouses so that more of her chest was exposed. He even got her special push-up bras so that she could try on tighter smaller blouses. Raja used to tell my mother to wear the blouses she made for general use.She didn’t want to as they were revealing but then he insisted that he wanted to test the endurance of the blouses. She was reluctant, yet she wore blouses that showed off cleavage, everywhere throughout the day. I realized what he was. In her mind she was lying on the big massage bed she’d seen on the terrace, right out by the pool. The late afternoon sun was warm on her naked body. So were the hands of the nearly naked masseur she had booked from the spa for the massage. It was a warm night but she shivered with approaching ecstasy. In her fantasy her masseur was a strongly built tall man; she imagined he was from Italy or Argentina. She was spread-eagled on the massage bed, her legs thrown wide apart. His fingers were.