First gently, then forcefully

Hello, this is Tania, and I'm going to tell you about an experience I had at the tailor's. Once upon a time, Subhajit was invited to an important gathering of commercial photographers. He wanted me to look my best on the evening in question, which was a week away. For a 28-year-old, I now appear appealing. I am 5 ft 6", 34C 30 38, and have a fair complexion. He expected me to put on a costume for the occasion. So I turned to my friend Rina for advice. She brought up the Santanu tailors. She told me that the place was very popular among women and that I should go there. She ended her statement with a 'wink' in her eyes, which puzzled me a little, but I didn't take it seriously at the time.

I decided to give this place a shot. After purchasing for my saree and matching blouse piece on a hot and humid June afternoon, I found the tailor shop. By the time I arrived at the tailor shop, I was hot and bothered, so the cool air from the air conditioning was a welcome respite.

 A 15 to 16-year-old boy greeted me. "namaste, Tania ji... Please take a seat; uncle is working inside and will be back in a moment."

I smiled at him and reclined in the plush leather chair, scanning through one of the many women's magazines, particularly those devoted to women's fashion. "Very thoughtful of the owner of the..." I was thinking about myself when my train of thought was interrupted by a "good day Tania ji." When I raised my eyes, I noticed a well-dressed gentleman with a charming grin. I stood up with a nod. 

"My name is Santanu," he said. "Can you tell us what we can do for you?" 

"I need to stitch a blouse - in a current style," I told him. It's something I'd like to wear for a particular event." 

"We can turn you from the angel you are right now to a goddess!" he said, looking at me from head to toe. The remark made me laugh. 'I haven't seen you here before, Tania ji,' he remarked. 

"My friend Rina directed me here," I explained. 

'Oh Mrs. Rina, she is one of our particular customers,' he said. 'I'm glad.' And he 'winked' meaningfully at me.'So, how do you want the blouse to look?' 

I gave him a blank stare. He gave a reassuring nod and returned to his desk.A book encouraged me to take my time and showed me a selection of blouse models.

' I'll be there.' 'Give me a shout when you've made your decision,' he said as he walked away. 

I was flipping over the pages of the book, clearly taken aback by the sheer quantity of options. After a while, he found my problem and returned to me, saying, "Perhaps I could help." 

I was in desperate need of assistance. As a result, I nodded. He grabbed the book from me, shuffled over a few pages, and then paused on one to show me a back open model with laces. 

'As of today, this is the best model in town; if you are willing to wear it, it will enhance your beauty.' He came to a complete stop. 'I guess you're married, Tania ji...,' he trailed off, his face concerned. 

'It's my brother Subhajit's idea that I ought to look my best on one of his special occasions,' I said absently, still entranced by the model. 

That was sufficient motivation for him, so he said, "Leave the worrying to us, and like I said, we will convert you." He pulled the bag containing the new shirt from me without my permission and began studying the blouse piece and my boobs for a few seconds before remarking, 'This one would be amazing on you Tania ji..' Please enter. We're going to take some measures.'

During that fraction of a second, I rose up and discovered that he was peering into my navel through the pallu. Despite the fact that I am bashful and all, I usually wear my saree low-hip. So he must have had an excellent 'preview,' and he could have been dreaming about what was about to happen. He promptly stood up and brought me to his 'back-office.' The mood was pleasant, and there was some light classical music playing in the background. As I walked in, I informed him about my complete lack of expertise stitching blouses outside and how I had been doing it all by myself up until now. 'Oh, that's fantastic. Tania ji, take it easy. 'You've arrived at the correct location,' he remarked. He enlisted the assistance of his cousin, as well as the little boy, and brought the inch tape to me. I was taken aback at first and innocently inquired, "Don't you have women working in your place to take measurements?" 'Oh no, we have two, but unfortunately they are off at the moment,' he joked, and continued in the same sugar-coated tone, 'but don't worry Tania ji. These days, this is very typical. Everywhere you look, men are taking measurements.' I felt a little silly for asking that question, so I nodded and mustered a grin.

So, how about we get started?' With that, he approached me and wrapped the tape around my neck, securing it. He then took my neck measurement and murmured some numbers into his notebook, which Partho (his cousin) copied down. Then he continued, 'Tania ji, now we shall lower your pallu a little...' and, without waiting for my permission, gently lifted my pallu from my shoulder and dropped it down!! - still staring right in my eyes. For a few seconds, I was partially stunned and almost paralyzed. My initial reaction was, "Damn, why didn't I pin-up the pallu like I always do?" I regained consciousness and was going to bend down to grab for my pallu. 'Relax Tania ji...' he whispered as he softly placed his hands on my shoulder. 'How can we take measures without having to lower your pallu?' I was defeated by his immaculate professionalism as he smiled at me with complete assurance. 'After all, he's doing his job,' I reasoned, and agreed. (Perhaps this was an oversight.) Partho's eyes were almost bulging as he stared at my boobs and exposed navel. I was very flushed and moved. Santanu sent Partho to bring some water after noticing my uneasiness... I began to unwind.

'Tania ji, please lift your hands over your head,' Santanu said as he stood in front of me. That is exactly what I did. He approached me and wrapped the measuring tape around me to get a baseline measurement. He brought the tape in front of me, looped it around the base of my breasts, and tightly tightened it. Partho had returned with the water jug and his pad to record the measurement. '36,' Santanu said, and Partho wrote it down. Partho… Come in, and I'll show you... He was casually stroking his fingers against the underside of my breasts while he was saying this. I was starting to feel a little apprehensive and a little eager. Partho got very close and spent a long time staring at my breasts instead of the tape and its position. 'That's how you measure the base, but Tania ji is wearing her blouse quite loose for the back open model, so we need to tighten the measures a little more,' Santanu continued. He then slipped one finger into each breast, carefully raised it up, and inserted the tape as deep as it could go before tightening it. 'Do you notice the difference? Isn't it currently 35.5 degrees?' Partho appeared to be learning at his best, nodding furiously. "Uncle?" Partho inquired. "How did you come to the conclusion that it's too loose?" 'Watch it now,' Santanu whispered as he slid his fingers beneath the blouse's cloth. His chilly fingers stroked over my flesh, making me shudder. To demonstrate how open my shirt was, his fingers crept up to touch the base of my left boob!! I was kicking myself for letting him conduct that little demonstration.

Despite the fact that I had shamefully exposed my breasts to two strangers, I was feeling a little turned on. My dark nipples beneath the blouse were already betraying me. Santanu's fingertips gently and delicately fondle the bottom of my breast, all in the name of repositioning and re-positioning the tapes—very professionally indeed. 'Uncle, might I kindly take the next measurement then?' Partho inquired. Santanu gave him a kind nod without even looking at me. 'Now walk behind Tania ji and mark the middle of her back line the tape to the centre of her shirt in the front side (he professionally avoided using the word breasts or any of its equal!!) to measure the cup-size,' he added as he withdrew the tape and handed it to Partho. Partho took the inch tape and inched closer to me with the triumphant grin of a child who has earned a candy bar. Santanu stepped away and kept a close eye on him as he circled it behind me. Partho's hands were still numb from clutching the chilly water jug. I could feel the chill creeping through my blouse to my spine as his fingers rested on my back to lay the tape. I shivered slightly. He carefully wrapped the tape around me and placed it in the middle. He was pleased with his progress so far, and he was adjusting the tape up and down over my now-erect nipples. With his hands raised over his head, I was seeing him do that to me. He got close to my armpit to check the tape at one point and smelled the mixture of sweat and perfume and sniffed a bit too openly, making me feel uneasy. Santanu now urged him to tighten the tape because the location was correct. He tightened it to the point of obscenely crushing my boobs and lingered his fingers over the tape on my pointed right nipple, carefully inspecting it. I felt like dying of embarrassment right there, because, if nothing else, my nipples were stiffening by the minute, and both men could see them clearly through my translucent shirt from a close range. I could only close my eyes tightly, which I did. I stifled a remark... 'Could you please finish it as quickly as possible?' 'Relax Tania ji, we will perform a pucca & perfect job for you..' Santanu replied with his now signature cool. He then took over from Partho and began taking the actual measurements, saying, "When it comes to reading the tape, I trust my own eyes and nothing else!" - another another display of professionalism to make me feel better... (Instead, he was making me wetter down there!) Of course, he had caressed both of my nipples - gently at first, then with more force.

He removed the tape and informed Partho of the measurement.

'I have an idea, Tania ji, Partho, bring the model item back from the store-less one', says Partho. He then dispatched Partho. 'Tania ji, you must try one of these models to confirm the shape and size,' he urged. I just remembered that I had something that is about the same size as yours after measuring your sizes.' Partho has just returned with the blouse. ' Tania ji, please try this... ‘ He offered me a silky backless blouse with a lot of strings that looked good. I thought it was only reasonable to try out the equipment and gain a firsthand impression before settling on the model. He led me to a small room and said, "Tania ji, here is our test room." On all sides, there were only mirrors and nothing else. He smiled as he caught me looking in the mirrors and stated, 'for your (our) viewing pleasure.' 'Oh Tania ji, to obtain the correct picture, please try it without your brassiere, and please be careful...' he said absently as he turned to go. The floor is still damp... Partho had just finished cleaning it. Santanu then walked away.

I removed my pallu off the shoulder first thing when I closed the room, but realized I couldn't put it on the floor, so I bunched it up and tucked it in my hip while unhooking my blouse. I was able to completely remove my blouse before realizing that there was no place in that room to hang it. I was initially taken aback, then irritated. I pushed open the door and peered out. I was unable to locate anyone. I wasn't sure what to do. Partho came by a few seconds later, amused to see my head peek out of the changing room, and approached me. 'Is there anything wrong, Tania ji?' he inquired. When I told him about the lack of hangers, he smiled and said that the carpenter had taken the hanger out with him for some repairs that morning. 'If you like, I can take the blouse and hang it in the cupboard next door,' he said. I gave it some thought. 'Don't be concerned, Tania ji... With an outstretched palm, he said, "It's only next door." I let out a sigh and handed over my blouse to him. He took a step forward and remained motionless. I stared at him with skepticism. 'Your brassiere, too.... Tania ji,' he murmured. I pondered for a while... I didn't want to give up my brassiere, but there was nowhere I could keep it without ruining it by getting it wet and dirty. 'It's all right, Tania ji,' he said once more with a huge smile. I ordered him to wait and shut the door, unsnapped and removed the back hook, opened the door, covered myself with the pallu, and peered out to see him standing exactly next to me at the door. 'This is where... I handed him the bra and observed that as he took it from me, he was glancing in the mirror beyond me. He was smiling as he caught a glimpse of my nude boob from the side through the reflection in one of the mirrors behind me (thinking of his fortune perhaps). I had slammed the door shut swiftly.

I dropped my pallu, wrapped it around my hip one more time, and tucked it away. I began trying on this model blouse and immediately realized that I would require a second pair of hands to fasten all of the knots in my back. I was pondering how to knot the blouse from behind after successfully wearing both shoulders. At around the same time, a knock came on the door, and Santanu inquired from the outside if everything was okay. I explained that I was experiencing a problem and opened the door to see what was going on. 'I'm not sure how to tie this....' and leave the sentence hanging. He gave a sympathetic nod and pushed the door open, saying, 'here...' Allow me to assist you. This is a common issue with backless ones' and they came in. He motioned for me to turn around while presumably immersed in his work, attempting to tie knots in my naked back... In his attempt to tie zig sag knots, his hands were all over my bare back. He was trying to draw the last two threads together, but they were too tight, causing me some discomfort. 'Please accept my apologies, Tania ji.' 'It's too tight,' he said. 'My mistake,' he said as he undid the knots, 'I'll bring the next size in a minute,' but I need the current size because they're nearly the same,' and with that, he turned me around to face him and yanked the tight choli off my shoulder in one surprisingly quick motion, bringing it down to my braces. He slowly removed the silk blouse from my shoulders, leaving me dazed. As I yelled and covered my breasts, he made no attempt to look at them and stood there dumb. Before I could say anything, he exited the room. This perplexed me, and I assumed he must be a true gentleman, and that these must have been part of his day-to-day duties. In a few seconds, he returned with another blouse, knocked, and entered. When he saw me standing with my hands covering my naked breasts, he grinned and put the choli on my shoulder and walked out. By this time, I was in a state of emotional turmoil, and my senses were on fire. After I wore it on my shoulders, I called him politely. This one was sleeveless, which I hadn't noticed before. He strolled right after me and dutifully tied the knots, with no preliminaries and a busy smile on his face. It was the perfect fit for me, and he instructed me to examine myself in the mirror from all angles. Not to mention that the knots were adhering to my skin and forming little creases on either side of each knot. In total, there are four of them in a zigzag array. He took a step back and praised his dexterity. He instructed me to drape the pallu over my shoulders. I had forgotten all about it until then, when a new wave of humiliation washed over me, and I took the pallu and draped it over the saree. He tweaked it a little bit here and there. 'You look very lovely and seductive Tania ji, but you might want to reveal a little more in the hip area to look more enticing,' he suggested. 'One second, please,' he said, dropping my saree frills a little lower than they were already, 'the frills should begin by at least an inch below the navel...' And you have a wonderful deep one to flaunt proudly, raising the eyebrows of a fleet of gentlemen and making women swoon...'( As I already stated, this guy knows how to converse.

Now he took two steps back and stared at me for a few moments... "There's one thing missing, Tania ji, and it's really in excess" (he smiled)...."you need to shave your armpits really smooth." I was perplexed and raised my hand to show him... "Doesn't this suffice?" With a huge smile on his face, he moved closer and stroked his palm along my shaved armpit. This made me laugh a little and become a little horny. He sneered and said it couldn't compete with a stub of a person who hadn't shaved in two days. I felt flushed after hearing that remark. "But I just shaved it this morning..." I found myself saying, trailing the sentence. "I'll show you the genuine equipment," he remarked as he opened the door and returned in a flash, "here... Take a look at Tania ji. Women's ultra-modern tri-top razor... And there's cream from abroad. In reality, the entire set is imported, and the ultra-smooth texture lasts for days. "Do you want to give it a shot?" With the offer, he looked at me too businesslike. I was astounded by the equipment set and embarrassed by the prospect of getting my armpit shaved at the tailor's. Santanu stepped in when he sensed my unsteadiness... "Please turn Tania ji..." he pleaded, cutting me off before I could speak. The knots were then swiftly undone. "What are you doing?" I inquired. Confused. "Preparing you Tania ji," he said with a smile... "However, where is the bathroom...?" I'll do it there..." "Oh no, this is a costly piece of equipment, so please leave it to the master to handle it," he said as he untied the knots fully and yanked the shirt off of me while I remained dazed and stuck. He pulled the blouse from me while I covered myself with a pallu and stared at him with an emotion I had never felt before. He took the blouse and walked out of the room, stating he'd fetch some water. When he returned with the water, the blouse was gone, and he didn't bother knocking this time. I was caught off surprise while hand checking my armpit. He grinned at me and moved closer, softly taking my right hand and lifting it over my head. My armpits and pallu-covered boobs were so near to his face. Please keep it there... He began by spraying the area with water and skilfully moistening it. I applied the cream to my underarms slowly and smoothly. It was a unique and gentle sensation. His hands brushed over the sides of my nude boobs several times. He began shaving my right armpit, which didn't take long because it had only been shaved the day before. However, every now and again, his hand rested totally on my bade boobs, and the base of his palm pressed on my now fully pointed right nipple. He wiped my right armpit dry and urged me to feel it when he was through. I was touching it with my left hand when he came around the other side and unintentionally brushed against my back, and I could feel not only how pleasant and silky his armpit was, but also how rock firm his erection was hiding beneath his baggy hidden trousers. I restrained a small smile as I was relieved to learn that he is, after all, human. He instructed me to elevate the other hand and did the same, taking his time and taking advantage of the opportunities to brush against my pallu-covered exposed breast.

He was almost finished shaving and packing up his tools when he happened to see my navel. He moved my pallu aside as he approached it and bent down and was on his knees all of a sudden, scrutinizing it closely. "What's the matter?" I inquired. "I perceive a brow of hair line coming down from your navel," he observed. He began tracing it... " Look here," I said, bending down to see what he meant. "Please come with me as we will remove that as well to make this region soft and pleasant." As I previously stated... "No, that won't be required..." He locked his gaze on me... "Let's make ivory skin with a velvet texture, Tania ji," says the narrator, "your my brother Subhajit will be very proud of you." Please don't refuse... "Come with me," he said, taking my hand and leading me out of the room of mirrors. While I strolled by him, topless, my pallu only partially covered my boobs, and the typically wide-eyed Partho had his eyes turned to globes almost as big as my melons gaping at them... I tried my hardest to keep my modesty (if there is any left by now). He led me to a nearby room with a cheap cot and instructed me to lie down. I was hesitant and attempted to back out because I disliked the situation. The door was open, and Partho could see what was going to happen from his chair. "The door..." I said half-heartedly as I sat on the cot. Santanu stated... "Don't worry, Tania ji, no one will come," he said, pressing his hand against my shoulder, forcing me to lie down. To my mind, the table seemed more like an examining table. I could see Santanu's hard on clear close to my face when I turned my head to the side. He forced me to lie down on my back, removing my pallu and exposing my entire tummy. To acquire a feel for the area, he rubbed his palm in the exposed area below my navel.

"All right, madam, we'll start with Tania." Oh, Partho, this water is already filthy! "Please bring some water..." His one hand rested on the frills of my saree, while the other pressed down on my tummy to create a gap... And take a smell... He yanked my saree frills off my hip and out of the petticoat in a clump. With amazement and delight, I shrieked aloud. "What are you doing???????????????????????????????????????????????? Why did you remove my saree?? "What brings you to Partho?" I didn't know what to ask for in my befuddled state... Because there was too much going on at the same moment. The next time I saw Partho, he was holding a water jug by my side, staring at my shapely boobs on the side of the pallu, which had shifted significantly due to the force with which the saree was torn off.

"I felt eaten alive with embarrassment as two strangers feasted on my nude boobs in such close proximity, and I couldn't do anything about it." Santanu's soft fingertips glibly loosened my petticoat knot as I immediately covered my boobs with the pallu once more. I missed it for a split second until his other hand, which had been pushing my navel before... I said this as I pushed my petticoat down my hip... I slammed my eyes shut and said, "Stoop please!" It was too late, and Santanu had lowered it a little too low, exposing my personal information for a brief instant. "Sorry, Tania ji, I didn't realize you weren't dressed inside"... He also sketched just enough petticoat to cover the area.

He began showering water on the area below my navel, which was quite cold... I shook a little, and my eyes were still tightly shut from embarrassment. While Santanu was putting the cream delicately over the skin below my navel and the brush was perilously close to my pussy, I could sense Partho's presence so close to my breasts. The events thus far had left me deeply unsettled, and I was on the verge of reaching my breaking point. As Santanu began to shave the area between my petticoat and navel, my body writhed in delight. With humiliation and excitement, I tightly close my eyes and clasp my hands together. Santanu shaved with one hand while the other rested on my navel for balance. He didn't waste any time inserting his finger as far as it could go into my deep navel and tickling it gently by shaking back and forth. He quickly finished his work there, cleaned it off with a clean cloth, ran his fingers down it, said "feels great," and began painting a line from my belly button to my petticoat. "Tania ji, from your belly button to this bush (he pushed me to emphasize) it is really clean... However, I just realized that you have a shrub below this place... "We're going to start our lawn-mowing business," says the narrator... With that, he grabbed my saree's loose petticoat around my waist and began dragging it down... "I had gathered all my strength and said a meek... "No, pls" (which I didn't understand) and, in response to his unexpected power, I elevated my hip slightly to wave goodbye to my petticoat. In a matter of seconds, he was able to totally remove my saree and petticoat off my body. My last thread of clothing flew past my thigh, past my knees, and away from me.

"Partho..." "Put your Tania ji's saree and petticoat with the rest of her clothing," I said, gently opening my eyes to see Partho beaming as he walked out of the room with my clothes, and Santanu closely inspecting my genital area. "You have a very excellent structure, Tania ji." I'd kept my thigh as near as tight as possible while lying there, fully aware that I'm naked in broad daylight in front of two strangers. My pussy was very wet, and I was embarrassed to think of what might happen if it was touched right now... After staring at my vagina, Santanu softly but firmly pushed my thigh apart and made a "cluck" sound. "Tania ji, we're going to make it ten times nicer... relax," says the crew. With that, he was on his way, and I lay there with my hands over my eyes, which were already tightly shut.

"All of a sudden, I heard another set of footsteps... Coming close to my face (must be Partho), Santanu sprayed the water and began lavishly lathering the hair in that area... I was ecstatic, and I was turning on more and more by the minute. He began removing the hair above and to the sides of his lips, then gently shaved the area below. He spread his lips wider with his fingers halfway through. "oh lovely pink flesh Tania ji," says the narrator. He then began rubbing my clit just above my lips... First gently, then forcefully. He grabbed the clit and kneaded it with his fingers. It was too much for me, and I moaned out as I arched my hip in the air. I was about to walk in when I felt a pair of hands reaching over my head and grabbing my bare boobs. I gasped as I felt my nipples being pinched by a pair of little hands. Santanu pinched my nipples in tandem with kneading my clit, and I let myself out with a loud shout. Santanu's other had used the chance to trace a line along my butt crevice while I was cumming, with my hip held high and my nipples and clit being treated well. This drove me insane, and after what seemed like an eternity, I continued cumming for maybe a minute and a half or two. With my juices streaming across his palm, Santanu approached by my side and took my hands away from my eyes. I was still laying on the floor, completely collapsed. Please, Tania ji, turn around. I turned and nodded. Partho was standing by my side, a wide grin on his face. He was also wearing a hard on, which was now caressing my cheeks casually over his half-trousers. Santanu resumed his position, spreading my thighs wide and latering my butt hole once more. "I'm going to clean this part as well, Tania ji, and make it hairless," he said, as he carefully applied his razor to the spot, calling Partho for assistance at one point. I was curious as to what it was... And I found out quite quickly. While Partho was opening and spreading my butt cheeks, Santanu was putting lotion in the hole. It was both humiliating and thrilling. For another session, I felt my body responding. While I jerked and yelled a "loops," Santanu was carefully putting his already moist finger into my butt cheeks. Partho released my butt cheeks and moved in front of him as his finger found the area and slowly moved in. He tried to reach for my boobs with his hands, but it was a little tricky because I wanted to throw a challenge at him. He seemed to think for a few seconds before digging his ten fingers into both sides of my hip and teasing me. Santanu slid his second hand deep into my lips and began moving his fingers from both hands in and out of my butt and pussy at the same time. The tickling and fingering became too much for me, so I surrendered to Partho, who grabbed for my boobs and clasped them. He slowly massaged the left breast while gently squeezing the right nipple; the whole set up was too much for me, so Santanu dragged me up to my knees, my butt in the air. After a few minutes of relentless fingering and fondling of my butt and pussy, as well as fondling of my large melons, I was getting ready for another orgasm and was almost there. Santanu immediately removed his hands and took the cue a few moments before the height of it, as did Partho.

I was perplexed and out of breath. Santanu grinned at me as I sat at the table, perplexed. He gradually began to undress. He gave Partho a nod before exiting the room and locking the door. I was in such a state at the time that I felt like I could do anything to stop the climax from building. It was depressingly sad. I noticed a nice thick one behind Santanu's boxers when he removed his trouser. His throbbing cock sprung out as he cautiously slid his boxer off his hip... I was enthralled by it and couldn't take my gaze away from it. He moved closer to me, taking my hand in his and allowing me to hold it. I moved my fingers along the shaft, gliding them down to his balls. And he cupped his balls and softly squeezed them. I moved my other hand to the shaft's tip and began slowly drawing circles. I could feel my hand getting wet from the pre-cum in a matter of seconds. He grinned and lowered my head. I knelt down to kiss it, my hands on his wither side, grasping his firm ass cheeks. He shoved my head towards his cock and forced me to take 'his' in my mouth with force. I licked it with my tongue. I'm still in a trance. My tongue slid in and around the tip of his shaft. It was as thick as a rock and as hard as a rock. He was now cupping my soft melons and resting his palms on my nipples, and I was entirely oblivious to my bodily requirements. I was slowly sucking his cock in and out while he gently fingered them and pressed my boobs. After a few minutes, he became aware of his growing discomfort and came to a halt. He took his cock out of my mouth, walked to the corner of the room, and slowly returned, unwrapping a condom. Seeing a fully grown man butt naked approaching towards me with a stiff hard on was strangely turning me on. (I'd never seen my brother Subhajit in that light before) I was anticipating something I'd never experienced before.

He advised me to get down on all fours on the floor and rest. "Let's try something new, Tania ji"... He knelt behind me, gripped my ass cheeks, and into my pussy in doggie style from behind. That caught me off guard again. They mounted me with such skill that I felt like I'd been in that position for a long time... He began softly humping my buttocks while I supported myself on the ground with my hands. After a few strokes, he became more forceful and approached my body from behind, holding my dangling breasts on either side and squeezed them. I began muttering aloud.... I'd never felt this level of enthusiasm before, so it was really loud now. I could feel 'it' building inside me with each hump from him... Steadily.

I could hear myself saying "aah aah aah aah aahaaah aah aaaah aaaah aaaah aaaah aaaah aaaah aaaah aaaah aaaah aaaah aaaah aaaah aaaa" And he's slapping my buttocks chaapppppp Chaapppp… This was a kinky yet fantastic turn on for me every now and again, and I could feel the orgasm building by the minute. While he was humping, he gripped my boobs with one hand and managed to finger my butt hole with the other... I felt his body tighten abruptly after mounting and for what seemed like an eternity, and he gripped me like a strong guerilla and humped at a tremendous tempo. I could feel him cumming, and I was on the point of doing the same... I let out a loud moan at the same time he stiffened and shot in me, and I was cumming around the same time, and I realized I was moaning and jerking for a long time even after he was done before collapsing. I collapsed to the ground, drenched in sweat.

Santanu let me lie in the position for a few moments before gently lifting me to the shower stall and allowing me to take a hot steaming shower. I had a long, relaxing steam bath and then opened the door after wiping myself dry with a towel. Santanu had already dressed and was waiting for me with my belongings. He snatched my towel and produced a camera, saying, "for my memories, Tania ji..." I was in no mood to resist at this point, so he snapped one with a small smile on my face. He let me dress up while keeping a close eye on me at various phases of undressing.

"We'll see you next time, Tania ji," he said. Please pick up your blouse the day after tomorrow so that we may do a trial... And I hope you have a good time with your pals at the party..." He waved me off with a wave... With a heartfelt grin.

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