I visited the house in Sion. It was a two storey row house. It was pretty spacious. There were four row houses in the complex located at a separate ar...a landscaped with trees and garden on both front and back. This particular house belonged to a lady Mrs. Sinha who was a widow. I observed the area. This house was at the extreme end. The adjacent two row houses were vacant and locked. Those belonged to some of the NRI families who had invested in the entire township project. Thus this house was. He thinks that the coating on the paper will slowly fade over time, so if you file a photocopy, it will be blank when you go back to look at it in two year's time!"We agreed with her that self-deleting archives would be a real problem!She went back to reading her new instruction manual as we went on to the laboratory to choose our benches. We finally elected to go on the side next to the fume cupboards; although the natural light was not as good, we would not be subject to the temptation to. David was a good dancer. He had rhythm and he knew actual dance moves. She bravely followed his lead and soon loosened up and enjoyed herself. Too bad, Ben, she thought.Her breasts moved freely, rubbing against the inside of her dress. The cool air rushed up her dress and against the bare skin of her buttocks. David watched her and she liked that. She felt flattered and sexy. She checked to see if her co-workers had noticed. They hadn't. They and their spouses were too drunk to care.As the song. As always all suggestions are welcome at This is the 3rd part of the saga, and we ended on a cliffhanger the last time.We had come back home from a tiring day and maa had gone to the washroom to take a bath. I saw her phone lying on the sofa and unlocked it. There was a text from Javed saying ‘Wow’ and a picture before it which she had sent. I downloaded the picture and I froze in my seat.She had taken a selfie wearing the same saree from the photo-shoot and sent it to Javed. Along with that.