“Don’t be slow honey, Mr. Smith does not like to keep his clients waiting”. Rachel took the clothes and went into a private dressing room. She q...ickly removed her street clothes; jeans, tennis shoes and a t-shirt then she looked at the items she had been given. Not like anything she had ever worn before, but “when in Rome”. Rachel started with the stockings. Black fishnets with a dark thick leather seam up the back. The tops were also finished in leather. Two-inch wide bands with three chrome. ”We realised Ritu was under the impression only runs, flash, trio, etc are worth playing. I told her one could win even with a low hand and one should never pack. Any way, the damage was already done and Ritu was the loser. I was hoping Tulika would take her kurta off and I would be able to see Ritu’s cinnamon skin naked from waist upward, except for the bra. I was also hopeful she had unshaved armpits. As I watched closely, through the thin fabric I could see some hair under the folds of her. “And how much of you do I own baby?” she asked again.“All of me mistress. All of me,” I repeated.“Mmmm,” she murmured and then I felt her hands, now wet with some kind of lubricant, begin to massage my most sensitive spot. Slowly and insistently they worked on me. Rubbing, pushing, kneading. At first, it felt very awkward. I felt so exposed and vulnerable chained naked and having that particular spot touched so directly by such a beautiful woman. Never before had I experienced anything like. Finally, we fixed a time to meet up at her place as her daughter was going out of the station with her friends for a jolly trip and later Babitha was planning to leave to her village for some personal work for a month time.Everything was planned and I left to her place early in the morning at 4 as decided and reached her place in 30 minutes as she stays in Mahendra hills (Secunderabad).I gave her a call once I reached her place and she was dressed up in a night suit of below knee length which.