“If that is possible, please,” David replied looking at his crumpled linen suit.Mr. Pattal beamed, “That is no problem Sahib. What colours would...you like for your suits?”After a further ten minutes, Mr. Pattal and his two assistants left him with the promise that he would return in the morning at nine. After they had left, Mr. Smithers handed him a slim briefcase extracting from it a thick leather wallet, “There are £500 in this for you’re out of pocket expenses, Mr. Ramage,” he said before. It was a small building with only one bathing area, which was used by both men and women. There were two girls there to help us with our clothes and to help bathe us.“Are we to wash your clothes also, Master?” they asked.“We are leaving shortly, and will have our clothes washed when we stop later,” I informed them.The bathhouse was kept quite warm by the fire that heated the large cauldrons of water used for bathing. I had my own soap and towels, as those of most villages were not to my liking.. She hunched forward on the seat which allowed me to get my hand up under her dress and under the elastic of her panties. I then pulled them down enough to allow me access to her wonderful pussy.She lifted her butt from the seat and I was able to remove her panties completely. She then leaned back into the seat and spread her legs as far as she was able to within the confines of the car and I slowly slid my hand up the inside of her thigh, gently massaging her leg as it moved upward. I could. Ajantei kokhon barata narrate suru korechi. Chokh bondho kore vabchi ekbar malta fele dei. “ummmm, Sali ai na, tor adha tight gudtake dhile kori.”, “sala tor soiche na, khichhis kano, ami to achi”, chamke dekhi bannya boudi uthe eseche bichanai. Jhapte dhore kiss korte thaki. Uporer patla thotta chuse dite suru kori. Aste kore dant basai thoter upor. “ufff lagche, kamrio na”. jiv ta chaliye di danter fanke. Khelte thaki boudir jiv ta niye. Boudi nijer jivta chaliye dei amar mukhe. Chuste thaki.