That will show my cleavage.On the day of interview, I had a nice shower and was ready in my sexy formal avatar. To add more essence, I did not wear a ...ra so that my nipples would be visible. I did not believe my eyes when I looked myself at the mirror. I thought to myself, “if my parent sees me in this clothes, they would kill me”. But I am safe in Bangalore. I took and auto rickshaw to the office. On the way, the driver was looking at my boobs while driving through rear view mirror. I let him. It would be even easier there.A complication, nothing more. This time next week, he should have three little girls, sleeping peacefully in the belly of a tomato delivery truck, returning to Mexico with its cargo hold filled with empty crates. A few days after that, he would exchange the girls for a nice pile of American cash, and some heroin samples.Things were coming along nicely. He pressed a button, and two short buzzes sounded in the anteroom.The door opened and his bodyguard appeared."Si,. The next thing I knew, there was the sound of our doorbell chiming. Pulling up my boxer shorts, I followed Sandra downstairs.The two women from next door introduced themselves to Sandra and told her they wanted to explain their actions.Sandra led the two women into the living room. They sat on the couch next to each other both still dressed in their leg warmers and thongs to which they had added a sports bra. They seemed completely unconcerned about the scene we had just witnessed.Sandra sat. She rubbed it upon her palm and got her hands nice, wet and warm. She began down by my ankle of my broken leg, as she worked her way up, caressing and smoothly working her soft hands up across my leg where she could ease the muscular tension that had built up from lack of use of being able to walk lately.As her hands guided their way from one leg to the other, free leg that was without any form of cast upon it, my own body temperature was beginning to rise from just her gentle and soft touch.