Ramya was in a very beautifully fitted gown, hair was tied into a bun with the end bit hanging on to her shoulder just below her neck. It was a strap ...own which didn’t cover her shoulders or her sleeves. Cream in colour until her belly and gold or champagne afterwards until her toes. Her boobs were tightly fitted inside the gown, couldn’t see her bra straps. Maybe she wasn’t wearing one or she was in a strapless bra. As it was a body hugging gown, her sexy curves were enhanced and clearly on. ”“That’s okay, it went fine. You see, it wasn’t that complicated after all.” She rolled off and lay there, cuddling Mandy.Mandy said, “It’s still way too early to go to sleep.”“You want to go and smoke some more weed? It’s wearing off.”“No, I’ve had enough. Let’s just have a couple of beers.”In the living room, Mandy opened the Venetian blinds and looked out into the night at the reservoir and the buildings beyond it. “It’s interesting that I spent eight years of my life over there getting a. And as I began to meet people and make friends in town, my decision was confirmed even more. I joined a country club and settled into a life of leisure. I let it be known that I was a certified massage therapist, but didn’t share too much more about my good fortune in the lottery. I had learned my lesson. I was meeting a lot of nice people and doing a few massages on selected female clients, but my sex life was nothing to brag about. I had been with a total of six women since my big win, and I. " She looked up at me from the newly freshened bath; she'd been in there for at least an hour to my certain knowledge. She was flushed whether from the heat of the water or from the thought of her favourite fantasy being re-enacted I couldn't tell."Please darling?" She fluttered her eyelashes at me. I made the mistake of looking at her when she did this and I was lost. She giggled as she realised that I had been hooked by the oldest trick in the book. I sighed."Now?" Yes dear!"I stood over her.