Humari family paise ke maamle mein achi nahi thi to har cheez ke liye tarasna padta tha. Mere Mausaji jo Delhi mein rehte the. Woh kafi ameer the aur ...ikhne mein kafi handsome bhi the.Jab bhi Mausaji aur Mausiji humare ghar aate the to kafi gifts leke aate the. Unke aane se mujhe badi khushi hoti thi. Mujhe naye kapde milte the aur bhi bohut kuch milta tha.Mausaji Mausiji ko kafi pyaar karte the. Us waqt maine apni jawaani mein pair rakha hi tha. Mera figure 32-25-36 tha. Area ke sare launde. I pick it up and push through the menu until it rings, rings, rings and keeps ringing. “We’re sorry, this mistress is unavailable” comes through and my heart sinks some more. My eyes dart back to the door, me picking myself up and looking through the peephole, with no one in sight. I still had time, I told myself. I could still back out, or I could find someone else to call.I browsed through Mistresses until I found one that sounded degrading enough. Without hesitation I hit the “Call” button. It seemed a very Japanese thing, I thought - this grossly open violation of a taboo, barely acknowledged.We got to Sandy's desk and she motioned me under it. When she sat, I was again at her feet. She slipped off her shoes. "Massage me," she said. "Yes Ma'am," I answered. I took her left foot in my hand and began massaging, kneading her sole with my thumbs, then her toes, one by one. I heard her sigh and she leaned back. As I massaged both of her feet I also raised them to my lips and kissed. The manager said he wasn’t permitted to tell her if I had checked in. “Oh, ok. Thank you” she said. She had sounded rather disappointed she still hadn’t found me yet. She seemed familiar to me though. I just couldn't place her. I figured I’d take a chance to find out who my mystery stalker was. She started to walk away when I spoke up. “Tessa? Is that you?”“Bret, Oh my gosh. I’ve been looking everywhere for you. Nobody could tell me where you were” She exclaimed.“You’ve been looking for.