"Yes, well, the masseuse also needs to be comfortable," she answered. She walked back and forth a bit, lighting candles and getting everything set for...my massage.The bathrobe hung loosely from her shoulders, giving me a tantalizing view of her milk melons as they danged underneath. I watched to see if a nipple would come into view. But after just a moment I moved my gaze down to her legs, the bathrobe came down only far enough to keep me from being able to see whether she was wearing panties. “Good! Because here we go.” I pushed in what I had already pulled out plus maybe an inch and again luxuriated in that divine unfolding of her tightness. I know to her I was hard and rough and much too fast, but in my mind I was moving at a snail’s pace and I wanted to finish the job with a single thrust! Either way, minutes later I was pounding into her pussy as the first man to enter her most personal space. Over and over I thrust my full man-sized dick from tip to balls into her girl sized. I under stand all the problems of Ritu. On that day evening I told Ritu that why she is sad and she said that your brother is not coming back and I said what happen there is brother’s brother and she said who is he and I said I am.She understands the meaning and gave me a nasty smile. I replied a sweet smile to her. Some time later after food she call me in her room. She said to me that you are only friend of mine in this home and I replied of course and she said that you are also very frank. Turned on beyond measure, I was panting into Ramya’s mouth, and battling her tongue with mine. I felt Ramya move her hands on my body cupping and squeezing my breasts, and I moaned louder into Ramya’s mouth. My breasts felt like they were on fire! My nipples quickly hardened. When Ramya’s skilled fingers rubbed or pinched them, a flash of desire raced through my body. Too late , I realised that one of the hands squeezing my breast was too rough to be Ramya’s. It had to be Raj’s. He must have.