Her name is Keerti (name changed). She works for an MNC tech support job in the night shift. I used to work for an MNC day shift. It was May, 2011. My...parents have gone to tour for three days, I thought of enjoying with my friends for all the days, but just few days before we had to quarrel on some incident and I didn’t know how to convince. I asked her to come over to my house and lets sort it out. She said, it’s not necessary to sort it out at my house in the night. I convinced her and she. “After mid-terms are over, ofcourse. I’ll probably need it even more by then!”“Gladly. I’ll even see if I can find my massage book. I took a classin it a few semesters ago, but have forgotten most of the strokes. Youlook up philosophy, and I’ll research massage technique. Bargain?” heasked.“Bargain.” Oriana stood, shook Cory’s hand once again, and watchedsilently as he slung his bookbag over his shoulder and left the room.After. .. I smiled. "What are we looking for in this partner, Madame? Tall? Slender?" Mais oui!" Pretty face?" Hmmm. Perhaps not necessary. She can sport a mask — it is all ze rage in Paris. More important is ze posture. She must be elegant; she must walk like a dancer and dance like a zephyr."A mask! Of course, then no risk of her being recognised as a collar! "What about big breasts?" I was painfully aware that my collar would not shine in the current fashion for cantilever bosoms to display maximum. Unlike the younger girls, herpussy lips were concealed by hair, but they were fuller. She lay backon the bed and spread her legs , giving me a closer look at herpussy, to see the details. She told me something about the partsthere but I didn't remember it later. Mom's pussy had more hair, butI'd never seen it closeup like this, nor had a chance to just look atit without her moving away or covering up. I didn't think that momwould like me trying that, and honestly, I'd never thought about.