Sardar sofa me baite dhe.Sardar: aap akeli ho idhar.Bache kaha hai.Mem: aap ka saheb nahi kaha ki hame bache nahi.?Sardar: sorry bhabi.Muje nahi malum...dha.Mem: koi bath nahi.Aur saheb kuch bola muj ko kahne keliye.Wo kise ho udhar.Sardar: kuch nahi saman dene ko kaha.Aap ka tharaf se kuch bolna hai saheb ko.Mem: jathe time idhar se aana.Mem kuch banake rakhoomga us keliye.Wo dedena.Sardar: ok bhabi.Ab muje bahuth jor se pisap lagre.Toilet kaha hai.Mem: bedroom ke sath hai.Aajao.Ye door me bandh. Is... I don't."She swallowed. "I'm not sure if I... I understand, Master." My job is to provide you with a safe place where you can be yourself, my pet. I don't 'make' you do anything. You choose your own fate, pet."She laid her head back on the cushions and closed her eyes. I heard her whisper, "Mmmmmm... Yes, Master," as the two fingers began to pump more quickly in and out of her cunt."Keep your eyes closed and do as I say, little one. You know that's what you want."She slumped down a little. " she answered. "I saw you standing in the road,and wondered if you would have the nerve to come in. There is no reasonfor you to worry, because quite a lot of men call in here. What do youwant?"My heart jumped!Instant relief!I was accepted!This was it - SUCCESS, at last!So - it was not just me! I might be rather odd, but at least I was notalone! I could not believe my good luck!I explained my desire to reduce my waist measurement, and my wish to trya back lacing corset. Had she one of that. Because of my height, the towel came to just below my sex but it offered some degree of cover-up. I grabbed another towel and started drying my hair. “Okay, Sandy. What’s on your little oversexed mind?” She sat down on a bench next to me, putting one leg up on the bench so that she could make a big production out of drying between her toes while in effect giving me a gynecological view of her closely shaven pussy. “You and Ron doing it yet,” she asked in a matter-of-fact voice. “Sandy! That is.