The push-up bra was doing its work. Mumtaz took her black saree and draped it over her curvy body. The saree seems almost transparent.Contrasting to h...r 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 seems to be made just for her.There was something else in the package, a piece. Icould feel the warm, internal void of a woman's sex, the feel of a vaginabetween a pair of thighs previously foreign to me. I could feel thetight, fit belly of her, the soft sweater against her smooth flesh. Icould feel the tight grasp of a bra on a pair of large, perfect breastson her. I could feel the soft skin of her shoulders and arms in thatsweater as well. I could feel the air of the room on two hands, two handswith ten delicate, graceful fingers. I could feel the long ponytailswishing. She said I knew you perverted, asshole, I was like darling do you have any other option, She just hit me. I just hold her by arms, then by her head and kissed her on her lips, they were so Delicious, it seems I hit the jackpot.She just tried to push me and I was not going to let her go, I started squeezing her breast with one hand, she was still trying to push me, I pushed my hand inside her top and started rolling finger in circles around her nipples, and I believe that did the trick. She. And Hajieelkhe... He was the queen's lover, Placident's lover."You're Hajieelkhe." No, you don't say." No... I know who you are... May I speak with you alone?" I dared to implore."We are alone." What? No, we aren't." She can hear me." Yes I can", I said to that cold voice."But you're not supposed to", Hajieelkhe said with a voice that barely hid the anxiety of my revelation."I will go", she said, and as if I had been covered in a thin sheet of ice, the cold evaporated and warmth flooded to my.