.I am Varun, age 27, working in Dubai in a good position……..I am a regular visitor to this site and this is my first story posting in this website... This is a true story which happened with my bhabi about 3 years back.Let me describe about the characters first. 1) Myself, not a well built body, but good looking guy and my penny size is good enough to satisfy a woman. 2) My hot bhabi, named Devi. She is a typical south Indian lady. Always wear saris only. Like her name she looks like an angel.. One session was dedicated to practicing curtsying. Mrs Danbury had brought another mannequin figure into the servant’s hall and each of us were required to walk up and curtsy to it while she critiqued our performance.“No, Meakin bend you leg and raise the hem of your skirt at the same time. And lower your head. It’s supposed to be a sign of respect, of acceptance of your lower status. You’re not supposed to be grinning like some idiot. Bryony? Heavens sake! That was even worse!”She kept us at. ” Taylor’s mouth hung open, but he did obey. His cock stayed hard, and ached to be touched. He gripped Rick’s hands so tightly the younger boy winced. Taylor quickly loosened his grip, but stared daggers at Becca who smiled seductively back at him as she began to rock her hips back and forth. She moved in a slow but powerful rhythm. Rick looked first at Becca, then at Taylor with a look that told Taylor how good she was making him feel. It made Taylor ache with jealousy. She picked up the. Istood up with the rest of my row to stare at the scene. George pulled meover to the side and whispered in my ear, "I think they switched." No they didn't," I lied, trying to look as innocent as possible."The way they both groped themselves and were staring at each other, it wasthe same with those seventh graders!"I turned around, and looked at the two of them being carried off."Maybe you're right," I said, knowing there was no denying George couldtell. "Maybe we should go to the nurse and try.