When Margaret had finished Penelope was dressed in a black taffetaruffled miniskirt, a mauve satin blouse, sheer flesh-toned pantyhose andsix-inch hig... heels. Her hair was frizzed out and her makeup was heavyand exotic. It was not exactly how Penelope wanted to present herselfto the world but she loved how feminine and pretty she looked.Then Margaret committed the ultimate act of betrayal.She opened the bedroom door and Ray-Ray entered."I'm sorry Penelope. What else can I do?" Margaret took. The older pastor could see his young friend was troubled deeply. “What is bothering you my son?” he asked. “Well it appears a member of my congregation has stolen my bike” he replied.The elder said “If I may give you some advice you might get your bike back. Next Sunday preach on the 10 Commandments and when you get to ‘Thou shall not steal’ really emphasise it”.Well the next week they met again and the young pastor was once again riding his bike.“Well “ said the older one “I see my advice. “Are you trying to make men jump on me?’ Mumtaz texted him.“I assume you received the package!” came another reply.She knew there was no point in arguing with him. She also knew she wanted to wear things like this. This was a black saree, the kind that will make men weak. Mumtaz gently moved her hands inside her panty. She was wet. Her maids didn’t know their boss was fingering like a slut inside her room.She released her juices soon. Mumtaz went back to studying the case files. She had so much. Your chest feels warm against me and as your lips press mine, I gently slide my tongue into your mouth and begin to explore. We stay like that for a while, me stroking your back as you play with my hair, before your mouth begins to go lower again. I murmur appreciatively as you nuzzle my neck and collarbone, then tense up with anticipation as your lips move down between my tits.You use your hands to push them together, then just look at them for a moment, as if trying to work out what you will.