Smallish bit perfectly nice looking tits. Kelly's brown hair was very long, and worn in a fashionable beehive. She had make-up caked on, in he way tha... girls of that age do. Fearful to face the world, yet desperate for the approval of men they trowel it on. I rather find that fetching actually. Kelly had tinted foundation and blusher on. Eyebrows fiercely pencilled in till they looked like two caterpillars. Dark mascara thick on. Scarlet lipstick. I rather approved.I told Kelly to sit down. I was glad to see that as I have always found Indian culture to be interesting and Indian women to be very pretty.I had dated an Indian girl when I was in my twenties. Her name was Susanne. I thought she was the most beautiful woman I've ever had the pleasure of dating. She was a petite girl with a slight build, big deep brown eyes that made me feel warm and turned my legs to jello. Her breasts were small but were proprotional to her body, Her hair was shoulder length, black and silky. After a minute or two of examination Andy offered, "Ahhhh, I see what the problem is, there's a small crack in the suction hose right here, see it!?!" Donna leaned forward to get a better look at the hose, and in the process her boobs jiggled from side to side, making Andy let loose with an audible groan! "Here it is," Andy said softly, "that little crack keeps prevents the machine from making suction, which in turn doesn't allow the milk to be pumped from your breasts!!!" "What am I going to. But, you will only do this in a safe environment like when we are alone."Then I woke her up with the line,"Mel you will wake up feeling happy and refreshed. You will remember nothing of what has happened, but you will obey all instructions you have been given."I watched her reactions intently for a while, but she didn't seem to know what has happened.Over the next few days I notice a change in her attitude towards me, I must have seen her in her underwear 3 or 4 times, when she was coming and.