“I’m afraid he hasn’t told me anything about you. Who might you be?”“My name is ... Natasha,” the stranger said with a smile. “Pleased t... meet you.”Becky simmered with quiet jealousy. Had Ryan done this just to get back at her for cheating? It had only been a couple of months, and she knew that he was no Casanova. To replace her so quickly, he must have been motivated by more than just loneliness. She had wanted him to work on himself, to realize the error of his ways, but maybe her plan had. . back to the story.I noticed that I also had a few messages from Laura. I should say that they were messages with pictures. It quickly became apparent from just the first of these photos, that she and Becky both, were determined to get back into their Master’s good graces.After a short glance at the first one, I made sure to save it to my phone, as this was one that I definitely wanted to spend a little more time looking at in detail.The next one in line was a shot of Becky’s naked breasts,. When she reached for a pencil, another dropped and rolled behind her. When she turned around to pick it up, her already V neckline shirt that already gave away enough cleavage drooped, showing her gorgeous boobs swinging with a red, lacy bra that matched her panties perfectly. Why couldnt his wife have breasts like that? She only had pitiful looking A-cups when compared to this girl, and this girl was only a seventh grader. Jess boobs looked like watermelons to an orange when compared to his. While I was pouring milk, I said “Mam today you are looking great and sexy”, in between I heard someone saying Didi who is it? I saw her sister Pritu coming out almost dressed in the same way and she said “oh the milkman whom you said about him yesterday”. I was surprised; I thought “oh these ladies even talk about me!” I told Pritu, “Madam today your sister is looking very good rather sexy”. She said a bit angrily “what is saying badmaash is that the way you talk to ladies?” I said “what is.