Suddenly I felt 2 hands on my 2 naked buttocks. As I turned around I saw a huge dark man with a tshirt and a lungi was standing behind me and they wer... his hands. He was smiling and massaging my buttocks. It was still sore with the spanking the day before and his hands were like ice on a wound. I did not say anything as I knew that the clothes I was wearing were telling more about me than I could spell out.Expert hands now moved my skirt up such that now my pussy could be seen. My skirt was. So He suggested that he will deploy a Lady Officer with her. She should take her along with him and trap him using a hidden camera and Mike. So A plan was prepared. Zeenat took a leave from her office. She came out of her house wearing a burqa over a Punjabi suit holding a bag . After a journey of about 20 minutes she was standing in front of her old boy friends house. As she rang the bell, he opened the door, seeing her standing at the door, he took her in his arms right thereon the door. After taking my breakfast I started reading ISS stories in my lappy, I saw my chachi is coming out of bathroom with hairs wet and open, water droplets in her face was in a sari and blouse and blouse was wet from side that make my dick hard and arouse my sex within so I came out of my room to nearby her and stare her from head to toe she smiled and asked do you want tea I said no and went.I stared on her by every minute and crossing her by touching her from back whenever I got a chance, by lunch. A loud moan and heavy breathing. She was done. Alone in the dark. Quick look on the big window on her wall. “Shit! I forgot about curtains!” Blood rushed to her checks. “Did someone see me?”*****John was a man in his early thirties, in his circle of friends known as Mr. Niceguy. He recently got out of a relationship and he was enjoying being alone. For John, sex was always a fun part of a relationship, but nothing more. He never thought about true passion, about lust. What it means, what it.