4” height. Then i gave her my phone number. We talked on phone for 2 days & did phone-fuck. Then she gave me her address & invited me. I went to her...home on the fixed date & time. Suppose her name is tania.She opened the door. She was wearing a sexy blue transparent saree and white high heels. Her figure of 34 26 38 came alive in her tight blouse. The blouse ended just at the boobs and her lehenga started way below her waist. Her large exposed tummy and got curvy kamar aroused me. She asked me. What is it?" A few fruits, kale, carrots, some vitamins, a bit of wheat bran. Oh, and a shot of apple brandy."Alverez looked at the glass with the same surprise that I was feeling. He took a second sip. "I don't taste anything but bananas and oranges." And the brandy." I added.Vanni looked a bit smug. "That's because I know what I'm doing. I earn my keep around here." Huh." I took a full swallow. "Idiot." He grinned and headed into the kitchen. "Alright. Schedule." Golf at 9 - with. Curiosity caught the better of me and I put on the headphones and switched on the mp3."Hello Rita!" It was the soothing deep voice of Master Rob. "Are you a good slave girl for Master Rob?"I wanted to take the headphones off, but I had to admit to myself that I actually secretly found it arousing and I enjoyed listening to his voice. The recording went on to tell me to imagine myself in a place where I was secure and without worries, where everything was taken care off. All I needed to do was. Mr. Subramanian was my family friend dark Tamil guy 45 years old with big mustache. He was a good friend of my father and was always there to help but his main intention was to take his property.When I was ten year old my parent’s die of car accident (which actually was caused by Mr. Subramanian) he had taken a good care of mine and my father’s business. He dint marry due to me (in fact he was a Casanova type of guy who fucked around many women and girls mostly north Indians). He had also.