I could see that it was glistening with wetness, waiting for someone to pull back its covers and reveal its treasures. I pinched her labial lips betwe...n my thumb and index finger and rolled the loose flesh between them. It was amazing how soft and pliable they were. Martie began to arch her back with even this slight touch. Taking hold of each lip, I pulled them towards me and separated them to give me a full view of her inmost secret place. I had never seen an open pussy this close. The flesh. Savita: Actually, I need lessons as well.Store clerk: Oh, right this way. Follow me. Master Tanmay is the best!The clerk led Savita Bhabhi into a back room. Sounds of musical Indian classical music echoed off the walls as Savita walked through the hallway. An older gentleman sat with a sitar in his lap, lost in a trance of melody as he played.He had devoted himself wholeheartedly to the art of Eastern classical music. Savita was awestruck. She looked at his rugged physique and his matured hands. This was important because in time, and as the cottage or house was often uninhabited for weeks and even months at a time, they asked me to ‘keep and eye on the place.’ A couple of them even went so far as to give me a key so that I could let myself into the house to check up that all was well. Most of these people were a bit pretentious, always yacking about the latest book they’d read, what was around in the world of art, theatre and so on. A lot of what they said was la-di-dah nonsense, but. Overnighter is five hundred. My back side is not available. You pay for the room. You give me a ride back or pay for a taxi. I have a deal with the Flamingo, if that's OK with you." It sounded like a canned talk that had been delivered many tines before."I have a room at the Grand Hotel, I just have to figure out how to smuggle you in. They are quite particular and I don't know if there is a back door we can use," I told her, hoping that she might know. Being in the trade, she probably knows.