.Saher me to yeh roj hota hai, ajkal ghar me maa, beta, bhai, behen, sab ek sat milke chudai karte hai.. Fir chachi boli tu mujko pane ke liye jhut bo... raha hai, konsa saher me aisa hota hai mujko bata to ?Me-thik hai agar meri bat apko jhut lagrahi hai to me apko sabut dunga” par meri ek sarth hai? Meri bat agr sachi nikli to fir ky hoga boliye??Chachi-thik hai teri har sarth me manungi, lekin agar teri bat jhut nikli to me tujhe isi waqt ghar se nikal dungi samjha., aur teri bat agar sach. . She came out for measurement and tailor took at the measuring tape and asked her the requirements. He firstly measure her hands and then he said that he has also to measure the cup size. But how can she!?So he said that in the car. She said ok but make it fast. I also went inside and he placed the measuring tape while we were all watching he pressed the tape. She was having no reaction and he measured and he wrote. He said that he has a collection of blouses and showed her. She saw them and. , by the way...," she continued, apparently not sure how I would take her comments, "you do look very pretty. Prettier than some girls I know."I could tell she meant it as a sincere compliment, so I said "Thank you, Patricia. You are very pretty also."Patricia went to join Angela in the living room, leaving me alone in the kitchen. I practiced my curtsies, watching my reflection in the black surface of the refrigerator. I was extremely nervous, so much that I considered just leaving. But where. Her legs were drawn upwards and apart, with two fingers pushed to the knuckle inside the velvet embrace of her moist sex. She had been stroking herself for half-an-hour and was feeling so aroused that she thought she would die if she didn’t get laid soon. How she wished her hubby Rams was around to fuck her senseless! But that was not to happen, not today, and silently she cursed his employer for making him take that damn training program at Banglore, leaving her feeling lonely and frustrated..