There was so much for the mind to fuss over. The next morning as we finished the light breakfast brought to us, a servant provided me with a sheer saree and I was shown by one of Chowdhury’s junior wives how to put it on. The saree is five yards of material that is wrapped around the body and draped over the left shoulder. Because it was sheer, there french wouldn’t be an under-skirt to tuck the material into so a thin cord was tied at my waist. The material is gathered to hang to the floor, then tucked into the cord (or petticoat, if it is used), then it is wrapped around the body and tucked with pleats added, then draped over the shoulder. Normally, the saree is worn with a form-fitting blouse underneath. But not this one. Once completed, I was surprised how much of my body was still visible underneath despite the layers by wrapping. deepthroat The way it was draped over my left shoulder, though, it was one layer of sheer material covering that breast and my right breast was fully exposed. I looked at Mary and her look back to me was of deep concern. Neither one of us had any idea what we were getting me into. I motioned with my head to the door, “You may as well have him come in. He’s going to be seeing a lot more in a short while.” She did as I suggest and I felt kind of sorry for him. He had a kind of rugged handsomeness about him but I was doubting I was going doggystyle to feel much like helping him with any bodily tension he was likely to experience by watching me during the next days. The man stood at the door as Mary returned to me. I looked at him and gave him a smile. “Don’t worry about looking, Bob. It’s going to get a lot more blatant.” Mary took my shoulders in her hands, “Tina, I am sorry I ever asked this of you. riding I am sincere, we can leave at any time, right now, if you want.” I smiled, “We’ve come a long way to just turn back now. This first day appears rugged, but not awful. I’ve had gangbangs and that kennel adventure. This should be okay unless these guys are horses in disguise.” That managed to make her chuckle. A soft knock on the door turned our attention in that direction as Bob, the bodyguard, cracked the door and opened it. Ishaan stepped just into the room and followed by a young woman dressed identical to me. The only difference I could see in her dress was that she wore thin slippers on her feet while I was barefoot. Ishaan indicated her, “This is Aashi, one of Mr. Chowdhury’s concubines.” He looked at her softly, “She is my sister.” He looked at us, “Her name means, smile. Now, she must always smile, but it is not the smile I remember.” She drew in a sharp breath as he started plowing into her hard from behind, gasping french each time he bottomed out inside her willing pussy. "You're so wet.." he exclaimed in his low sex filled voice." I bet she'd squeal on my dick.” "Yes Ms. Simon." Her eyes widened and she quickly tore open the packaging. “Yes, sir” You have the looks and the body.” riding And then I slid deepthroat an envelope across the table and waited for her to open it. I took her out a couple times that week and made her show her tits. I counted more than 50 vehicles. It was doggystyle when she palmed her breast and pinched her nipple that her self-induced passion crested. I threw a few more logs into the fireplace and got rid of the condom as she did so. “Please,” was all she said.