Since we are always doing stuff like that for each other . . . so I said sure.She grabbed a pillow and laid down on the carpet in front of the couch. ...he was wearing little yoga shorts under her t-shirt and I couldn't help checking out her ass as she got settled. I got off the couch and straddled her and started giving her the backrub she was owed. She was on her elbows so she could watch TV and had pulled her hair over to one side so it was out of the way.Well after a few minutes of rubbing, a. He wasn't the most budget conscious of shoppers: if he saw something he liked, it just went straight into the basket. He had come to loath shopping with his ex-wife, who would pore over items for ages comparing prices, even though there was no real economic necessity to do so.He was cruising one aisle of goods, when he saw what he took to be a middle-aged woman in something of a quandary over a particular choice of item."Can I be of help, Madam, you look somewhat perplexed?"It was only when she. I asked him to cut rest of the vegetables. He said he was washing clothes. You use washing machine not your hands. He always wanted to do the easy works and left the difficult work for me. My other servant Manoj used to outdoor works and was not at home. I live with my husband in Delhi. His parents stay on ground floor and we live on the first floor. The servants lived together in a room near our garage. We had no driver.I picked up the phone which was an unknown number and there was a male. It was large and impressive, with the right side and back walls coveredin many tall, beige colored bi-fold doors. The intersection of the twowalls was recessed and lined with several full length mirrors forming analcove where one could stand and inspect all sides of one's self at once.It was something one would find in an upscale clothier. Most of the lefthand wall was covered in racks and drawers with all of her shoes,accessories, and most likely, lingerie. An L-shaped makeup table.