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The day hadn't officially begun for me, but my phone was ringing incessantly. My brain fuzzily went through the motion of booting up, checking it's memory and available space before turning on the cameras which were my eyes. I clumsily reached for the phone, not even daring to look at the glare which the screen was giving to see who it was. "Hello", I croaked. "Hi. Is that you George?" came a voice which I did not immediately recognize. "Yep. All of me. Who is it please?" "It's me, Mel... Melanie, we met at the principal's office, and, uh... later on at the locker room." I smiled to myself. Well well... I decided to play dumb. "Oh, hi Mel. Yeah, apologies, I'm not much of a morning person." "Listen," she said, "I just want to thank you for yesterday." "Oh, that's cool. No problem. You needed the massage. Your back was in an awful shape." "I know. But also the extra bit made it e...

The spa was quiet--too quiet--as she stepped through the frosted glass doors, her heels clicking softly against polished marble. She told herself it was just a massage. Just an innocent, overdue indulgence after weeks of stress. But part of her was nervous at the idea of strange hands on her. Only two pair had danced over her peach tanned skin so far. Paid or not. It felt incorrect. She texted one of the hands, saved in her phone as Cowboy. A contact picture of a shirtless man eating candy in a hotel bed grinning at the camera. The full photo showed a reflection in the mirror. Her, taking the picture of him, pure nude covered in a thin layer of sweat. The receptionist smiled knowingly and handed her a robe, yanking her from the text to Logan. "He'll be with you shortly," she said, as if that meant something more than it did. Riley slipped into the changing room, her fingers trembling slightly as she shed her clothes. The robe slid over her bare skin like a secret, soft an...

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Have it does I am Ajith, living in Chennai, 20 years old and I am a trainee soft engineering in reputed organisation.  I am a navel fetish, I love girls navel specially in saree. It makes them look more lovely. If any women interested please message me for fun.   Now I am going to narrate the incident.  It was 5 months back from till date. When I was in college final year I went to Java training classes, as usual I used to go in MTC bus in Chennai at morning 8. It will be superfrouted as only that route bus goes by connecting CMBT bus stop. I was standing at the entrance of back door full of sweat, then I saw lady about 27 years old.  I was awestruck by her look haratali transpent saree, pitch and tuski appearance made me lost at the world. As I notice her she was struggling to get up the stairs holding her handbag so I gave my hand she had my hand and came and suddenly the driver took the bus, she accidentally fell on me due to imbalance I grab her hip and she ...

Anuradha’s husband died six months before. Now she is alone. His husband was an agricultural land lord and had a huge agricultural land property. He never thought that any of his children took his profession. Eventually, their two sons are in service and posted in different cities with their wives and children, and only daughter is married with a doctor  and also stay at a different district. Occasionally they used to visit their mom but not more than twice or thrice a year rather Anuradha visits them when she can avail some free time. In fact, Anuradha was aware of his husband’s assets in all aspects. Thus, she does not feel any trouble to manage and maintain those. Moreover, his husband’s manager is very mush honest and he is still working with this job, which also gives some relief to Anuradha. Now in the big house, other than Anuradha, two house maids, one house servant and one old caretaker are residing. One house maid also wife of the caretaker. Anuradha is standing on 35 but...

Thompson scowled, watching his wife Annette dress to go away for the weekend. Her bag lay packed already on the bed, full of sensual undies and alluring jeans and boots. His wife wore boots like no woman Thompson had ever met. Now she was in skin tight leather jeans and cavalier black leather boots that made her look like some kind of hip highway woman. ‘I’m not thick!’ insisted Thompson his lips curling in a momentary sneer that even he didn’t think himself capable of. Annette glanced at him and pointed to to the Chanel Madmoiselle watch on the dresser. It was something that Thompson’s mother had saved up to buy her when they had first married three years ago. Thompson picked it up and clipped the pearl bracelet watch around his wife’s pretty wrist. He boiled inside that she had not confirmed his personal assessment. Annette was going away for the weekend with the man called Lewis. Thompson had seen a picture of the guy, dressed in a three piece suit, smiling that smug fucking banker ...

Thompson scowled, watching his wife Annette dress to go away for the weekend. Her bag lay packed already on the bed, full of sensual undies and alluring jeans and boots. His wife wore boots like no woman Thompson had ever met. Now she was in skin tight leather jeans and cavalier black leather boots that made her look like some kind of hip highway woman. ‘I’m not thick!’ insisted Thompson his lips curling in a momentary sneer that even he didn’t think himself capable of. Annette glanced at him and pointed to to the Chanel Madmoiselle watch on the dresser. It was something that Thompson’s mother had saved up to buy her when they had first married three years ago. Thompson picked it up and clipped the pearl bracelet watch around his wife’s pretty wrist. He boiled inside that she had not confirmed his personal assessment. Annette was going away for the weekend with the man called Lewis. Thompson had seen a picture of the guy, dressed in a three piece suit, smiling that smug fucking banker ...

After the previous incidents my wife Antara wanted to take revenge on me. She told me to take a new servant to do our homework as she was too busy with her daughter. I was searching for the new servant but Antara already found it within 3 days. Her name was Reshma, 30 years old, good looking married poor woman. She also had a daughter the same age as mine. But her husband was a member of the local goons. However, she joined immediately. She had to come to our flat two times in a day, at first in the morning for 2 hours and in the evening for another 2 hours. As a result Antara got some time for her daughter. Within 1 week I came to know from Antara that Reshma was not able to breastfeed her daughter due to some physical issues. Reshma requested to breastfeed her daughter also if Antara had no problem. I sometimes saw that extra milk wetted her blouse and got wasted. If someone drank her milk to live I had no problem. Maybe Reshma could not afford nutritious food. That’s why her breast ...