He began to balance the till when Simone got up and said, ‘While he’s finishing I’m going to the washroom,’ she told me. ‘You should too,’...she added emphatically. Not a very subtle hint, but if she wanted me to follow her to the washrooms, well, I guess I got the message. As we walked to the back of the shop the kid told us to just make sure the door was locked on our way out. When we got to an alcove in back there was a door marked Restrooms. Beyond the door in a small hallway were three more. Well… perhaps not really a slut, but she certainly dressed and acted like one. Today was no exception. Like Julia herself, Maria was wearing a suit. Where Julia’s was stylish and professional, Maria’s was just plain whorish. Her suit jacket was cut just so that her flimsy, too tight, cotton shirt was barely covered when buttoned up, and not at all when it was left open. The top of her bright red lace bra, which pushed up her massive bosom an indecent amount, were clearly peeking above said. Ho hum... We dashed, giggling to the showers, washing ourselves because we wanted breakfast more than sex, but we still did the ‘thing’, shampooing each other’s hair, rinsing, enough contact to maintain the bond. Towelled dry, mostly, we hit the dining area, coffee in big mugs and breakfast, not ordered, breakfast was self service. We self served, carrying our plunder to a table by the window, the morning sun already warm on our skin.I suppose things will make more sense if you understand a bit. Prof Jayant threw her pallu out of the way and unhooked the blouse. He pulled her blouse off and the sight of her boobs, under the black bra made him go crazy.“Induja, you have such lovely pair,” he said.Her breasts were of the perfect size, neither too huge nor too small, perfectly round, in shape and enticing. Prof Jayant cupped them both with his hands and squeezed them hard making Induja pause the kissing and gasp. His hands squeezed them more and then went around the back. He unhooked the.