Aaj ke liye hamare saath baito. I was hesitating to go ahead but he got up he held me and he made me to sit between them. He kept his finger on my lip... drew a line over my lips and said saali ka laal hote sexy hai. Soon he planted kiss on my lips and the other hand was on my breast rubbing it. Another person was undoing my saree tuck. I could see my husband head down. Soon they made me to stand then they removed my saree completely again made me to sit between them. One of my husband bosses. He was always a gentleman, and this occasion was no different than any other. He loved this woman, and he hoped that what he had to tell her would strengthen their love for each other. When she got to their table he kissed her cheek and waited until their server seated her before he sat down himself. "Well Jayne," he said. "How was your day? Tell me all about it." "Robert, it was different," she said. "Zach and I had quite a delicious coffee klatch today." Jayne went on to explain her anal sex. I almost stopped him in the middle of his work, but I stuck it out, I had to do this. I would be her memorial, the tattoo her monument, the design an outward expression of my inward pain. I inspected his work, the design was intricate, a ring of forget-me-nots encircling a penny. The forget –me-nots were her favorite flower, every year, her summer gardens were filled with them. The penny was to remind me that she was watching over me and that I was never alone. I chose to tattoo it on my back. Sure enough, I heard a soft movement on the stairs, more quietly than would be the norm. 'Wow!' was I being taken up on my offer, I thought to myself. Was he really interested in getting a glimpse of me undressed? How? In only my underwear? Topless? Naked? Of me masturbating?? My body physically shuddered with excitement as I heard the slow but deliberate climb to the top of the stairs.I finished unbuttoning my blouse, and paused wondering what to do next. Grandpa WAS being quiet, and was on.