The other sales staff had got wind of what was happening and some of thosewho weren?t dealing with customers had gathered in a cluster to look atNatha... and Mandy in the office finalising the sale. The blond saleswomancame past carrying a tray with a bottle of Veuve Clicquot and threechampagne glasses. She knocked on the little office door and took it in,and started pouring the champagne.A few more sales staff got some glasses and joined the party. They werecongratulating Nathan on his first. As the discussion was going on I offered my friends drinks and my wife served them with different dishes she had prepared for them. As she knew whenever we meet in the evening we sit together and have drinks, she had prepared dishes to use as snacks also. They used to call my wife “Bhabhi” and used to crack jokes with her. She also sat with us as we were drinking. She was wearing a very thin silk sari which I had gifted her on her birthday two weeks before. That was the first day she was. She liked the way that he was so specific. That he scripted their encounters with precision. Buying the clothes, setting the scene. She liked the way that he took control of those details. Of all the details of their sex life. In her head, she thought of him as a sort of rolling pin, flattening out the imperfections in her. By maintaining control over these encounters, he allowed her the freedom to be herself. To allow herself to be controlled, to be told what to do. She trusted him completely. But not yet - I promised I’d work those kinks out of your muscles, so I begin to massage your legs and thighs. You spread your legs as I deftly knead your inner thighs. I can see that your panties are wet. The center soaked. Okay, maybe you DO need me to work a different area...So I massage further and further up your inner legs, nearing your center. I allow my finger tips to graze your warm and moistening panties. As I do, you wiggle in anticipation. Soon I slip off your panties, and my.