Karan Shalu se phone par bat karna chahta tha. Shalu ko mene bahut manaya par bo phone par bat karne ko tayar nahin thi. Ek rat mene Shalu ko bahut re...uest kiya ki Karan se sirf ek bar phone pe bat kar ke to dekh aur cam pe sirf apna boobs dikha de face bilkul mat dikhana. Shalu boli thik haiek bar kar leti hun phone par bat par iske bad tum mujhe bilkul bhi tang nahin karogr. Mene han bol diya me bahut excitement me tha ki kia baten hogi unki. Mene cam on kia to Shalu ne apni breast aage ki. Her head turned slightly and she saw me. Catching her breath with some effort, she met my gaze and said, "Senor, I am so glad to see that you have returned. I hope my little tryst was entertaining."I had to admit to myself that I had enjoyed the performance, and it had certainly aroused me. My organ even now was fully extended and throbbing almost painfully beneath the loose silk pajamas. Her name came to me. Then, as a door suddenly thrown open to the light of day, I remembered by own. Tho maine kaha,’YES didi,please bolona ki mera DOODH kaisa hai,aur mera lund tumhe kaisa laga,tho ussne kaha,bahut stiff hai,tumhara lund,teri biwi bahut lucky hai,kaha tho main DIDI se poocha,DIDI kya mai tumhara thoda DOODH pisakta hun,tho ussne kaha,kyun?”tho maine kaha,just for taste ke liye,dekhna chaahta hun ki DOODH ka taste kaise rahega,tho ussne kaha,”OK,magar yeh baath kissi ko bhi math bolna ki maine tumhe DOODH pilaya hai”.tho maine kaha,promise nahi bolunga,tho ussne mujhe kareeb. “You’re wearing the grey dress tonight. The one you didn’t get to wear last year.”“Yes, okay, fine.”“Go and get it and everything else you intend to wear and bring it here. I am going to watch you dress.” There was steel in her green eyes. It seemed like a bit of fun, so I did as she said.When I got back to her carrying my clothes, a pale blue dildo was poking from the open fly of her trousers. “Give me your stockings.” I handed them to her. “These are silk.” Admitting they were, I told her I.