In front of my house there was an aunty let’s call her Rupali….there’s was a small family …only aunty and uncle and they had one son…. As I ...as chubby I thought I would go for a jog every morning …so I used to wake up at 6.30 and go for the jog….when I used to return Rupali aunty would be applying Rangoli and cleaning the front side …..she always used to wear sarees ( I thought they were conservative at first)…I could see her cleavage……..this happened for almost 4 months and we used to smile at. They already knew her as a regular call-in client. She usually had a masseuse when she visited the salon. But this was an out call request and the woman at the other end of the line asked whether she wanted a masseur instead. At that point her nipples firmed and her pussy moistened. She replied, after a moment’s hesitation, “A masseur, please.” She told them she wanted two hours and had a massage couch on the terrace at the back of the house, under cover, that she’d like to use. The woman. " Smells like it." I tried calling the trailer place back there, but I guess they closed for the day. Looks like I'm stuck here until they open tomorrow." Maybe, maybe not. I can always go back and open it up." You know trailers?" Been working on them a good while. Let me see if my truck jack will go high enough to lift the trailer so I can pull the wheel." I have a Jiffy Jack." Get it out and let's get the trailer up and see what we got."She got the Jiffy Jack out and I placed it under the. We took the elevator back down. Sara kept bumping me and smiling. I smiled uniquely at Matthew."This is a great car," Matthew complimented as he settled into the passenger seat. Sara scuttled into the back seat. Dawn looped around to take the seat behind mine."Do you want to drive her?" I asked, keys dangling from my finger."No, you play the role of the driver today," He said. Sara curled up in the seat behind him. Dawn buckled in and looked lazily out her window."So long as you play the driver.