She turned and picked up one of the smaller suitcases, and walked away towards Sandy's bedroom."Bring her," she said curtly over her shoulder to Raul....W-What?" said Sandy, alarmed as Raul moved in front of her, reached down to grab her butt with both hands, and effortlessly threw her over his shoulder before following his wife."What are you doing — ow!" she exclaimed as Raul gave her a firm slap on the ass."Quiet, woman," growled Raul. "You have misbehaved. Now, you must be punished."On. I had known Gary for so many years that for the first time I didn't know how to talk to him. He didn't notice the change in me because he spent the first ten minutes talking about school and his new friends and so on.Then Lila walked in. It was an incredibly awkward moment. Not to mention when he lifted her up in his arms and kissed her. I secretly made a fist trying to stop myself from wanting to punch out my best friend. I had to remind myself that Lila was Gary's Girl not mine.When Lila went. Saras’ age was round the mid thirties. She was a widow having lost her husband, (like so many servant maids in Chennai) to arrack, a potent local brew. Her primary physical features were as near perfection as Mr. Richard could wish. He had some secondary requirements too, but those are best left unsaid. Mr. Richard was not a womaniser, far from it. He was the Walter Mitty of sex. In his favourite fantasy a group of very pretty scantily clad girls are surrounding and mobbing him. The scene. What is the size that your wear? I mean blouse...Zeenat: Err, I mean why do you need that? Zeenat knew that was foolish to ask, but it came out just spontaneous and went into a more uncomfortable conversation. Sanjeev: Madam, in our ashram we provide sari, blouse and petticoat to the women who come for 'diskha' and 'treatment'. So for that only I need the size. Zeenat: Okay, its 36. I noticed Sanjeev noted the figure and looked for a second directly at her erect boobs under the cover of her.