She was a moderately tall, attractive woman, more like Miss Candi than our Mistress. Her name, she said, was Mistress Monique. She had us remove our b...ouses and then explained all about how would begin to develop breasts and would need brassieres to support them. She took measurements of our chests and explained how these would be converted into bust measurements. She also showed us all kinds of bras: underwire, crossover, strapless, longlines, demis. I couldn't believe how many styles there. Maine phataphat sara saman car me adjust kar diya aur papa aur didi ko alvida kah diya .phir main aur mummy andar aa gayeMummy : kya tumhe nind aa rahi hain .raat ke barah baje hain tum ja kar rest kar lome : nahi mummy main abhi thodi der pehle hi to utha tha …mujhe nind nahi aa rahimummy : mujhe bhi nind nahi aa rahi .chalo bedroom mein chal kar baaten karte hainphir main aur mummy bedroom mein aa kar baatein karne lage mummy pehle to idhar udhar ki baatein karti rahin phir meri padai ke bare. While sitting on the ass I pressed and caressed her ass a number of times. And I massaged her whole back and told her that I am going to remove her bra hooks as it may get spoiled. Without her permission I unhook her bra and widened that. Her whole broad back is now visible without any clothes. While massaging her back I slightly untied her petticoat knot and her petticoat loosened and exposed her creamy sky blue colored panty strap. I asked her to remove her petticoat as it too getting dirty.. Or his hands did. He pulled her shorts down a few inches, just enough to give him room to get his fingers in one leg hole. Mary squirmed, knowing she wasn't showing much willpower, but too hot to really make him stop. He did know how to feel a girl! His fingers caressed the wet band of nylon that was plastered tightly to her cunt-mound. The harder he did this, the more Mary felt herself slipping away into an erotic, sensual world. Turning back was getting harder all the time. Maybe even.