Com Mistress met me at the door and if looks could kill….She was so hot dressed in a black spandex cat suit with a black and red corset a black Indi...na Jones type hat and a long leather trench coat. Her feet were incased in a soft black sued over the knee boot with at least a 6” heel. Her eyes were lined in a heavy black liner making the beautiful hazel eyes just sparkle. Strapped to her thigh was a Taser and peeking out of the top of her boots it looked like a knife of some sort. My cock was. All this happened at the wall in the backyard near the well and the taps where the Thakur would engage in this ritualistic bath.Thakur Hari Singh sat on a low stool, about two feet high and crossed his legs so that he could sit for a great length of time in this posture. At this time he wore a small cloth that went around his waist and loins exposing his body so that oil could be applied, bathing mixes rubbed and water could be poured. The garment was a concession to modesty.In reality, Thakur. Now for those who don't know Market Street Cinema, think old time movie theatre with row after row of padded seats, with one central aisle, facing a single screen or in this case, a stage, and that sums up MSC in the late 1980s. Only the lights for the dancer on stage were on and the rest of the cinema remained in dusky darkness, so the gals working the seats and offering "company" had lots of freedom. And it was during my second visit to the cinema that I met a lovely mature lady who went by. ”“I'd like that.”“Do you want the usual?”“I love the usual.” I was grinning.Giggling, Traci wrapped her fingers around my tiny erection and slowly began stroking me. I lay back, closed my eyes and enjoyed my wife's tender loving care.I'm certain there are those who would call me a fool for accepting a simple hand job after what I'd just done for my wife, especially knowing the things she'd done for other men before we were married. They would be wrong. Traci would do anything for me..