I started to massage her breast hard so that her nipples get erected. Asha started breathing heavily. I started to ease her saree pallu and she was st...nding exposing her front and I continue to massage her breast. I started to lick her ear and she closed her eyes and enjoying. Asha started to hold my cock over my pant and she started to give a gentle massage. I started to remove her blouse and I expose her black bra. I whispered that you r making me hard. Asha whispered that she is already. The only one chosen due to the strength of his academic performance was Chris; he baffled the teachers as he always performed well on the physical tests but somehow he always avoided trying out for any school sport. She knew that the Coach of the varsity basketball team would have offered him any enticement to join the team. She had seen him play a few times with other students taller than him and he always got the rebound, was faster then his opponents, and was even known to take three point. She used to move around in the house in t-shirt and pajama and she never used to wear anything under her t-shirt. I could clearly see the nipples trying to tear through them. On one pretext or the other I used to touch her and try to move close with her but initially she was very non-supportive on this but lately she was freer in her approach towards me.One day my aunt and uncle went out for a wedding and said that they will be back only the next day. I was alone at home when the door bell rang. "Wait, who said that?" Herrugged face darkened and I quickly added "ma'am?". The guard stared at mefor a minute, then said, "Her exact words were 'Tell her the boss bitchsaid it's okay.' You got a problem with that?" No ma'am," I managed to say, and almost ran back to the refuge of thedinner table. How the hell did the mysterious woman who seemed to be incharge of this hellhole know what I called her? I tried to think back,but I couldn't once recall actually using the phrase, though.