Sure, I always told them to piss off whenever they suggested it. I wasn't about to waste my time like all the ditzy bimbos who liked to enter that sor... of stuff. But I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little flattered.So I made them offer: if they could raise enough money to pay for my college expenses for the next year, I'd wear whatever skimpy outfit they wanted me to. And enter in whatever stupid 'wrestling' tournament they wanted.To their credit, the idiots somehow got enough funds together.. Toh story hai jodhpur ki jaha main studies ke liye gaya tha mere chahca waha job kartey the main unke saath wahi rehta tha mere jo makaan ke malik the unka naam shyam ji tha woh army retired the unki ek patni thi jo aksar bimaar rehti thi aur ek ladka tha jo ki dubai mein job karta tha vinay aur unki bahu jiska naam poonam tha jo ki bahut sundar thi jo ki meri story ki heroiene hai woh bahut seedhi dikhti thi ,usko toh main dekhte hi pagal ho gaya tha woh umar mein 29 ki hogi chera toh bas. I dropped her dress to the floor and picked it up after she stepped out of it. She wore thigh high stockings and black lace boy-panties, which I removed to inhale the woman scent emanating from her swollen lips, peeking out from dark, neatly trimmed curls. I smelled again and touched the top of those lips lightly with my tongue. She moved, and said, "I can't stand still if you do that."I brought her to the bed still wearing her heels and stockings and sat her beside me while I removed my shoes. Then the tape tightened and he said ok madam , you may put your buttons back . Just then I realized that I was standing in front of a mirror and my raised hands had pulled both sides of the blouse upwards exposing the whole valley in between my boobs and masterji got a good free show. My heartbeats increased as I stuffed back both my breasts one by one into that tight blouse and as I buttoned up I noticed masterji stealing glances from the mirror. I had unknowingly showed my breasts to him. He.