This made my work simple. It was easy to peep in any room. Within the first week of my employment I had seen so much of both the ladies that I could d...scribe their bodies with my eyes closed.Puja, wife of Rajesh was about 28 years, tall, slightly on a heavier side, with large breasts threatening to burst out of her blouse any moment. I loved the way she always wore sari below navel, which gave ample view of her flat translucent stomach. She trimmed her pubic her twice a week.Gita was thin,. .. she made no movement ... I helped her out of her coat and her winter boots ... then out of her pullover, her pants, her shirt and her bra ... she never said a word, but her breath began to grow heavy ... then I led her to my untidy bed ... and laid her on it ....Without pulling off her slip, I started to caress her whole body ... starting with her feet, up to her legs, her arms, her face, her tummy ... I caressed her lovingly and for a long time ... everywhere – except for her breasts and. A larger fishnet shirt that shows the definition of your breasts. The holes in the shirt both support your breasts yet at the same time show through to your finer detils. Your niples already hard whether it is from nervousness or excitement. Another step forward and the jacket falls to the floor.Reaching the end of the hallway, you reach out to me and grab my shirt, pulling me towards you. As my hand wraps around your waist, i pull you towards me. Leaning in to kiss you, you purposely. A steel collar is wrapped around my neck with a chain attached to it. My eyes follow the chain up to a post, that belongs to a long bed buried in crimson blankets. Fear grips my heart, what kind of sick twisted thing is going on? “Finally, you’re awake.” I turn my gaze to see the same woman sitting in a chair in the corner, she’s completely naked too. Panicking, I scramble to scoot back until the chain tightens.“You’re a pretty little thing,” she says as a wicked grin appears on her face. “I’m.