She went inside to her bedroom to try massages herself.I was watching tv.She came out after some time and said pain had not decreased with full of oil...on her waist and back I wanted to take a chance and said I will do massage if you don’t mind.She said ok with a smile on her face and we both went into the bedroom I was in full mood and tension in my heart.Aunty slept on her stomach on the bed.I sat near aunty.She removed her saree showing her back.I took oil in hands and started to rub on her. Ek baat bata deta hu us waqt tak mujhe sex ki koi jaankaari nahi thi.Jab wo coffee lake di aur parhane lagi to baar baar niche jhuk rahi to mujhe uska gol gol chuchi dikh raha tha pahli baar us din mera lund mai garmi mahsus hua.Aur khara ho gaya jo towel ke uper se dikh raha tha utha hua mai apne hantho se daba kar baith gaya mujhe nahi pata chala ki wo baar niche kyon jhuk rahi thi asal mai mera lund towel ke niche se dikh raha tha.Aj wo janbujh kar mujhe biology parha rahi thi wo bhi sarir. He was a very busy man apparently. So busy that the apparition of a stranger willing to have sex with most of his family was not important enough to have me brought to him. But when someone tried to kill me and I wanted to appeal for Diadot, that was a different matter.Clothes were brushed, hair combed, and I was ushered in to the presence of the King. My two minders (Alkena and Avril) were allowed in as well to help me through the proper procedures. In the event the King brushed aside most of. The familiar routines helped make the transition alittle less jarring. Being able to tap into Joan's original memoriesalso made it easier.Still, there was a lot to get used to.It was her third day back at work when Becky Crenshaw, the receptionist,looked at her and said, "Honey? I can't imagine how hard this is....butI have to tell you, you aren't looking good. A little makeup goes a longway."Joan managed to mutter a weak "thanks" and went on her way.That night, Joan stood in the bathroom of.