Starting at my left shoulder, she washed me and scrubbed me lightly. Moving to my back, she did the same. It felt really good having her do that. Next...she moved to my butt. She washed and scrubbed and then pulled my cheeks apart and washed and lightly scrubbed my hole completely. Then the other leg and back to my butt again.. More soap and washing and light scrubbing. She ran her fingers between my cheeks using hem to wash even more. Then she moved her fingers to my asshole and slid one into. All four of us studied at the same department, and the three of us were frequenting a local chess club. The fourth traveler was Cindy herself, the cutest girl ever. Why she volunteered to assist us with chores (what chores?) during the tournament was beyond my comprehension but I was psyched up for the competition and didn’t dwell on this psychologically interesting question. Only when she said that the winner would take all did I understand that perhaps she had designs on Andy, our chess. Petal’s assistants began to measure him, Mr. Pattal took out a notebook and began writing.“Am I to assume the Sahib requires everything from top to toe?” a beaming Mr. Pattal asked.Mr. Smithers replied, “Yes, at least three suits of your best material. A dinner suit, overcoat, and shoes to match. He’ll require a dozen shirts of your best Egyptian cotton along with dress shirts, stud’s, cufflinks, cravats, ties, and any other necessary accessories.”Mr. Pattal was furiously jotting down the. My mother had five sisters,the lost one is ,married and her husband in gulf,he is not getting good salary in gulf.Financily she is very poor.All other sisters and mum is helping her.I was in bangalore and working and staying in a small home ,I was 20 and she is 27 and having one 4 year old girl baby.one day one of my mums sister and family came to see me in bangalore for tour . she asked me why dont you call the mums sister for your cooking she also lonly there,she also happy you can solve the.