Mene bhabhi se kaha”mene aaj tak kiya nahi” bhabhi ne kaha-“koi baat nahi me hu na” humne phir kiss kya iss baar mene unka boob zor se daba di...a wo moan karte hue boli -“kiya nahi to ye sab kaise pata” mene smile di aur phir unka blouse khola phir bra utari, unke boobs ko choosa, bahut hi pyare aur perfect size ke the,mene unki saari nikali, hum phir bed par aaye, unhone mera t-shirt utara, mera jeans tight tha to maine khud utar liya, me underwear me tha.Unke boobs nange the wo phir bhi normal. Due to the contrasting color of the white bra inside the black blouse, the cups, shoulder straps and the pattern of the bra was clearly visible through her blouse. The contours of her large hip and buttocks were clearly perceivable through her saree and her buttocks were jiggling with her walk, with her hip tire making sensual folds around the area where the saree was tucked. Finally, what turned me on the most was a clear view of her belly button in the middle of her stomach clearly visible. Don't hurt me." He did not answer, but instead moved across the room and opened a large box. He reached inside and searched for something. She could not see what he was doing, but she knew he had no plans to release her now. She tried to breathe, but found it hard to control her panic. He came back to her, carrying more cord and other items. He knelt down and placed a cuff around each ankle. She pleaded with him not to continue. After a furtive kick, she stood still as he looped cords through. I noticed Phillipa looking and I flushed with embarrassment. We sipped at our drinks, indulging in small talk.Eventually Emma said " Come on clever clogs let's get dancing." She led me out onto the floor; her hips swayed and the cheeks of her arse moved like two lesbian ferrets fighting in a sack- bloody marvellous! The band was playing a foxtrot and she was a fine dancer; I'm OK but certainly no Fred Astaire. We closed, groin to groin, and she whispered in my ear as we whirled around the dance.