I could simply be a hostess or even stay in my room. I would be told soon enough.After running the water for a relaxing bath before a night with Madam..., I stepped into the tub. Truly, it’s a beautiful tub, large enough in which to do anything with one person or several people. Mistress and I enjoyed many evenings in the tub. Getting comfortable with a glass of wine, I heard my bedroom door open. I thought it was probably the housemaid putting out my clothes for tonight and I continued to soak. It was white cotton multiple threads.“What is this” both mani and raaji exclaimed together.The shock was written all over both their faces as traditionally women do not wear the poonal(janeu),only men do.” illaey dee en aathukaar irrukkaarono, avar belongs to arya samaj , there they advocate equality and women too are empowered to wear the poonal (cross thread)(no girly, my hubby belongs to the area samaj) said jay proudly..” so nee sandyavandhanam koodaey pannuviyaa” chirped in lakshmi.( will. I told some jokes, got so hard just from her laugh alone, I knew this was a good idea. She started rubbing her pussy. I told her my cock is getting super hard, super thick, growing from each word she breathes. Her moaning was heavenly, her gasps were enchanting, her "ooh's" and "ahhh's" were so mesmerizing that I immediately became a fan of phone sex. I stroked my cock nice and slow as she fingered herself. I told her to put the phone next to her pussy as she fingered hard so I could. I’ve never even had one boyfriend. How can I have a type?”“Big solid football players. They’re the ones you always check out.”“Oh!”I thought about that. Then I figured out why. I blushed.“Oh!” I said again.I looked down at my hands.“He’s exactly my type,” I whispered even more quietly.We were already whispering quietly. It’s hard to whisper even more quietly but somehow I managed it.“Was there any tongue?” asked Liz.I frowned. “No. I was kind of surprised and not thinking clearly. I kind of.