..Zeenat: Err, I mean why do you need that? Zeenat knew that was foolish to ask, but it came out just spontaneous and went into a more uncomfortable ...onversation. Sanjeev: Madam, in our ashram we provide sari, blouse and petticoat to the women who come for 'diskha' and 'treatment'. So for that only I need the size. Zeenat: Okay, its 36. I noticed Sanjeev noted the figure and looked for a second directly at her erect boobs under the cover of her blouse and sari as if trying to measure the 36. The curtains started to be mostly open! And her quick undresses became slower and more teasing, more tantalizing. I had an aching hardon over these episodes, you can believe me. One night she did a fantastic show, slowly disrobing down to small pink panties. She sat on the corner of the bed, soft breasts illuminated by the bedside lamp. She reached down and began pleasuring her muff. She slipped the little panties aside and began rubbing her muff — and to my amazement came to a complete climax. I wasn't sure you had the balls to call me." So, Hey! How are you doin'?" I muttered."Working my ass off as usual Howard. Momma doesn't give me a break at all." That's not right." I complained."Hey Howard, what do you do for a living? You don't happen to be a Doctor are you?" That's completely ramdon. No, why?" I asked."Oh, I just wondered because I have this slight itch I need looked at. I was hoping you were a Doc and you had an opening in the next day or so. Maybe you can recommend. ” he said, pointing at her leathery flask.“Water?”“Yes, water! I need! Please.”She loosened it from her gear and handed him the skin. Luis uncapped it immediately and poured it down his throat. It was only half full, which meant there was no doubt he was downing the whole thing. Normally he would’ve asked first, but in his bone dry state, he didn’t feel bad about it. The giant woman smirked at him.When he’d gulped down every drop, he handed it back to her. “Thanks. I’m Luis. I was shipwrecked..