She heard his footsteps on the gravel pathway as he picked up the machine and put it inside his van. She heard his doors close and then she heard his ...ootsteps again. They were coming to her front door. She heard her door creak as he pushed it open. She heard his footsteps in her hallway and then she saw him as he reached the kitchen. He was dressed in jeans and a white t-shirt. It clung to his chest showing his muscular frame and the short arm covering dug into his bulging biceps. His eyes. Ghar jake dekha toh ammi ne lal hinjab aur full make up kiya hua tha. Aur wo baal bana rahi thi. Maine jake unse kahaMe: ammi khuda ke vaste esa na pak rishta mat banaoAmmi: wasim tume moka diya tha. Ab chup raho varna tum jante hoMe: aap khud ki izzat toh karo Ammi: meri izzat? Sabko pata hai ki ab tumara hak hai mujpe. Aur dasi ki izzat hai meri. Hamesha ammi se randiya bana diya jata hai hum divorced muslim lady ko. Bt ab nai. Ab tume sabak sikhana haiMaine ammi ko dekha toh unne kaha yaad. Like just it was saluting the beauty in front of it. He then said to me in my ears, like a whisper, “Flag post is standing with due respect”.I again smiled, but this smile didnt last longer, as his hands which were pressing my belly couple of minutes earlier was now doing the same job on my breasts. Aaaahh, it was a thorough squeeze on my breasts, I found it very erotic, I could feel my nipples stand up, and he kept on massaging my boobs …. Aaahh I started to moan kind of very silently and it. As I walk by, a few younger men attempt to console him and slowly escort him out of the building; I press myself against the wall, giving them ample room. Through the double doors is a small room that I am very familiar with, it has eleven chairs in the center of the room arranged in a circle. I walk over to the folding table against the wall and write my name on one of the name tags. Looking over I see some very unappetizing stale donuts and cookies, with a pot of cold coffee sitting nearby..