Even here domestic help. Her voluptuous figure and fleshy waist were perhaps more inviting than her beautiful home. But so much time alone had begun t... wear her down.Forever clad in a sari, Ragini never missed admiring her own figure every time she looked in the mirror. With her kids in a respectable school, and husband on the move, she knew she couldn’t ask for more. And she didn’t. Though somewhere, she yearned for something to do, someone to talk to. Little did she realize the reason behind. I had touched your ass and your pussy and your beautiful breasts. I could tell my words were making you wet and horny. Good. I want my little Princess to be wet and horny for me all the time. My soapy hands caress your breasts and you moan. My hands caress your belly and slip between your thighs and you moan. They caress your lovely young ass and my fingers slip between your cheeks and wash your pussy lips. You grin up at me. I slide a soapy finger into your cute ass hole and insert it deep. God I was embarrassed. But it felt really good to feel the hairless softness that remained. "Okay, now the clothes. Based on Nancy's measurements, we took up a collection." She handed me a pile, and ducked out of the bathroom."These are girl's clothes!" He stuck his head back in. "Really? And where do you think I'm going to find boy's stuff around here?" His sarcasm was certainly to the point. And the war inside was heating up. Part of me wanted to run away screaming. A deeper part desperately. His eyes were gone, replaced with polished orbs of volcanic glass. Black and glimmering, even in the dim light. She dropped the rock and said, ‘What did they do to you? Oh god! Can you even hear me? Can you still hear me? Please tell me you can still hear me.’ She was on the verge of hyperventilating when he nodded and mouthed the words ‘I can hear you’, her breath burst from her lungs and she slumped back against the wall. ‘Why?’ Pointing at his eyes he mouthed ‘Too much’, he pointed to his.