They were definitely far more tender to my touch thanI remembered them being. But the simple act of touching them justfelt so good. At the same time, ...y manhood stiffened as I continuedtouching my puffy chest.After a few - or possibly several - minutes had passed, I realizedsomething was very wrong. When I looked down at my chest, I didn'tbelieve what I saw. They weren't very big, but they were definitelynoticeable. This simply wasn't possible. Touching or rubbing mychest couldn't make tits. After sometime Rukmini entered my room and I was surprised because after bath she was looking very different as her hair was tied up with a thin cloth to soak the water and she was wearing a frock and thin shirt through which I could see her boobs as she was not wearing anything inside her shirt. She asked “ saab rasoi saaf karke aapke liye chai bana doongi” I agreed and she went to the kitchen. I developed a desire to make her mine and have sex with her as she was now looking pleasing and as. Further complicating the situation was Western Union rules as to who could work, what hours. It had been determined that the only position or hours that a junior telegrapher could work would be the so-called first shift. These ran from midnight to eight AM. The company also had no provisions for, and had strict penalties, concerning overtime.There was an exception to the rule. As there always is. That being that IF a junior telegrapher, on duty, received a message that ran over the time limit. Then an unknown number of naked men enter the room and gather around her. They all start feeling and fondling her body. There are so many men that she can’t count the number of hands that are on her naked body. They cover nearly every part of her from her toes to her head. Hands move all around her, feeling her tits, playing with her nipples and fingering her pussy. Then she feels a set of lips on one nipple and then the other nipple. Then another set of lips begin licking her pussy and sucking.