I was more or less convinced by Master-ji’s narration and did not want to bother too much on this issue. Afterall, it’s a just five minute measure...ent session. Master-ji: Okay Madam. Let us come to your problem now. What is the problem with your blouse? This one also is sewed by me only. Master-ji had a smile on his face now. Ramlal by this time was busy with the sewing machine stitching some cloth. Me: Master-ji though it is 32 size as per the ashram, the cups are too small for me. Master-ji:. She was a raven-haired librarian , who worked most of the week , so he would use her mostly weekends . Currently Martha was asslicking Jeff as he wacked off , she was of medium height & was only allowed to do the nasty things with her son/master . Her breasts weren't huge , but Jeff had her get the nipples pierced. Also Martha had a small tramp stamp with his initials . When they were in the cabin , she always called him master. On the mainland , she treated him like a son but she always. ‘With a great deal of physical therapy and time, mother might regain some of her normal functions, but until we know for sure, I’ve taken a leave of absence from work, and will be moving in to help take care of her when she’s finally released to come home.’ I of course offered whatever help or assistance that I could, which Janice seemed very grateful to hear, then returned home, saddened and once again feeling alone with the loss of my friend as I saw it, knowing that things would probably. I looked up and saw a not so old looking handsome aged man holding a bunch of keys in his hand and waving his hands and dangling the keys to attract my attention.“Oh! Good morning, er, Mr. Dogra!” I exclaimed fumbling for words, not remembering his army rank.I am Brigadier Prem Dogra; but you may just call me prem.” His voice was resonant and yet very affable.My wife Sumi must have heard his voice too; for she craned her neck out of the car window to look at the owner of that resonant manly.