Your shoulders support the thin ‘spaghetti ‘ straps that hold a black silk dress that hugs every curve of your incredible body. The front is cut j...st low enough to introduce the mesmerized onlooker to the magnificent breasts hidden behind the thin wisps of silk that d**** them, allowing one to know what is there, hidden temptingly just out of view. The back plunges to just above that wonderful valley at the small of your back. The dress is short, and flows with your every movement. I am glad of. " invited Cindy, and her mother,trying not to look as pleased as she felt, obeyed her lovely daughter. "You may pull down the covers and kiss Rachel's ass, Mom." She didthis, lovingly. Rachel smiled up at Cindy and then tucked her head into hersoft shoulder and purred like a happy kitten in a basket with only femalecompanions. "Lick Rachel's ass, Mom." Cindy commanded, watching. Anne moaned--partly from the anticipation of licking this exoticteenage girl's ass, and just as much if not. I had forgotten that the tailor would be coming. I opened the door and asked him to come in. He sat on the sofa and I offered some cold drink. I had another look at him and again had high heart beat. He looked like film star Raj Kiran of those days.I was wearing a house coat and went to the bedroom to change to a blouse and sari. All my blouses were very tight. Only when was a bit OK but when worn on a bra it was tight. Only one sleeveless blouse was passable that too if worn without a bra. So. The bimbos greeted my arrival with a stony silence and not a welcoming smile amongst them. Clearly, they simply did not know how to react to me at all. Where did I fit into the hierarchy of the island's organisation? I wasn't a man to be serviced by them yet I clearly was not of their number either. I lived in the big house which gave me status... and yet I was not actually one of the boss's associates. So, they finally settled on ignoring me. Which rather suited me for they were all clearly.