You’re so very kind, but I can manage,” she said firmly, not even a hint of a smile cracking her lips. What she really meant to say was that she ...idn’t need the help of some man — she was a capable enough person. Her small hand came up to clutch at her shirt, an involuntary action as it pulled the material away from her body — the hardened nipple suddenly lost — the bump of her piercing no longer visible in the bunched up t-shirt material. She cursed herself inwardly for not wearing a bra. Mishraji quickly distracted himself and focused on the task at hand. He called up his favourite massage parlour and booked him and Savita to couples massage.Friday soon arrivedSavita reminded Ashok that she would not be in as she was spending time with her “sister” and that she had cooked his dinner and kept it In the fridge.Mishraji House;The door bell rings. It is a young man with a massage table. “Hello my name is Darsh” said the young man. He was from the massage company and had come for. Then bringing my right hand up her inner thigh.. before brushing against her pussy lips.. she let out a whimper.. and moved her hips to meet my fingers, which caused them to part her lips and slide inside. I leaned her over.. laying her on the back on the bed. Kissing my way up the right side of her inner thigh.. again leaving a moisture trail until I reach her wet pussy.. parting the lips with my tongue and pressing inside.. My tongue finds her clit and pressing harder against it moving my. Fletcher sat in his lazy boy. Mary took a second seat on the sofa. The older woman looked at Sorrel and said, ‘Come here and kneel on the floor in front of me.’ Fletcher cringed. He didn’t want to do this. Sorrel walked over and knelt where she was told. Florence started, ‘Fletcher and I have been discussing some aspects of your future. Would you like to know what they are?’ Sorrel glanced at Fletcher then quickly back to Florence. Looking down and away she responded, ‘Yes, ma’am.’ Florence got.