Rashmi was the spitting image of Kiran he had fallen in love with. The younger, thinner, fitter and much beautiful version of his wife. Adding to that... the way she made love with him drove him crazy. Every time they had sex, they did it like there was no tomorrow and hence no matter how hard he tried; he could never have enough of her. Rashmi was now living in Prem Nivas. Although she used to live in the Chatterjee’s flat, she decided to move into the other floor with another girl named Seema. She told me no man had ever done that for her, so I felt pretty special!After rinsing, I conditioned her hair and then grabbed the soap. It was great getting her nice and soapy. There's something very erotic to me about a soapy feminine form - can't really explain it. I guess we all have our little "things" that turn our cranks, no? Anyway, it was really nice to scrub her body. I especially liked soaping up her generous-sized tits (at this point, they were more like tits than breasts). Leaving. "While he's cleaning, sugar, why don't you help yourself to this nice wide ass?" my Lady offered him once he was finished.My mind is shutting down, my sense of self is destroyed I think, eaten from within. I think I will remember this forever, as the day I was really fully broken.I'm thinking, as my mind sort of floats into and out of my body, that it's more humiliating that I would have even guessed. Each one is softer, more real, and warmer that any toy, and truly pulsing with heated blood. "That's OK, I know who you belong to." Devoitedly and delightedly," I responded and then observed, "We both likethat, yes?"Marla feigned shock, "Why you pervert!" and we both laughed. However, sheadded an exaggerated wink.We looked at the sun on the sea. Our salads came quickly. Marla chose tokeep the conversation light in terms of topics and direction, and soon wewere enjoying the entrees. We had finished when I felt my Mistress' baretoes probing under my pants leg and rubbing my.