I was surprised to note that there was no one in the hall – neither Mama-ji nor Mr. Pyaremohan! But soon they appeared coming up the stairs.

Mama-ji: O! Sorry Bahurani. How long you have been waiting? Actually I went downstairs to have a cup of coffee with Pyaremohan Sahab.

Me: (smiling) It’s okay…

I could still feel the “heat” generating adequately off my body. My nipples were still erect and my panty half-soaked. Honestly the gala fuck I had in the hands of Guru-ji yesterday night seemed to have renewed the horny feelings in me in a rather heavy dose; otherwise how could I convince myself to be touched by this aged “uncle” whom I did not even know a few hours ago!

In fact I wished I could have Guru-ji around and got fucked in his hands again; my choot was itching like anything for that, but unfortunately there was no Guru-ji here in this Parineeta Store! Since I did not have a full discharge with Radheshyam Uncle, I was feeling rather uneasy and my thighs, buttocks, and cheeks were aching and emitting heat adequately. I could also feel my choot was still leaking drops of fluid into my panty.

Pyaremohan: Madam, please come with your selected ones here so that you can finalize which ones to buy.

Me: Okay.

I tried to concentrate on the saris again. I picked up the saris and went towards the mirror at the center of the shop. Obviously as I was “charged up” physically, like all matured women, as I walked towards the center of the hall, my heavy bottoms inside my sari swayed more than normal and it must have been a pretty alluring site for Mama-ji who was right behind me!

Pyaremohan: Madam, you stand here and see yourself in the mirror. Please keep your body straight for the best angle. I will do the needful. Okay?

I nodded with a smile and definitely felt great continuing to get this VIP treatment from the shopkeeper. As I stood in front of the mirror and looked at myself I could easily detect my horny looks. My eyes appeared thirsty, the bend of my waist was sharper than normal, and I was naturally shuffling more due to uneasiness –my whole posture looked rather appealing. I was still breathing at a faster pace and thus my firm breasts were going up and down rhythmically inside my blouse and the movement was fairly evident over my sari pallu.

Pyaremohan: Arjun Sahab, why don’t you help Madam to take a decision?

Mama-ji: O sure!

Mr. Pyaremohan came near me, took one of the selected saris, and unfolded it partly placing it over my shoulder and dropped it till my legs. As soon as the shopkeeper touched my shoulder, a “shiver” ran throughout my body. I tried my best to hide my expressions.

Mama-ji: Bah! It looks nice on you Bahurani. What do you say?

Me: Umm? Hmm… Yes… err… very nice… what… what’s the price of it?

Pyaremohan: O Madam! Don’t bother about the pricing. I will not take a penny more. Your Uncle and Mama-ji are very old customers of mine. He he he…

Me: Okay, let me check that silk once.

Pyaremohan: Sure, sure!

He took this sari off my shoulder and placed the other one, but in the process what he did made me froze for a second. He placed the sari on my shoulder and dropped it till my mid thighs, but while he straightened out the sari on my body, he clearly brushed his hand on my conical left breast! Though the touch was momentary, I clearly felt his palm on my firm tit. My condition was truly becoming pathetic!

By natural reflex action, I looked at Mama-ji and Uncle who were standing very near to me to check if they had noticed that or not. But before I could gather that, Mr. Pyaremohan bent in front of me and started straightening the sari just over my thighs! I clearly felt his hand brushing and pressing the front side of my smooth thighs. I immediately coiled back half a step out of my normal feminine shyness and my heart had already started drumming!

Pyaremohan: Oho Madam! Please stand still! Otherwise you will not be able to see the effect of the sari on your body properly.

Me: Ye… yes. Err… sorry.

Pyaremohan: Huu… D-o-n-e. Now see Madam how do you look?

Mr. Pyaremohan’s light and subtle touches were making my blood gush through the vessels!

Me: Hmmm… seems okay.

Pyaremohan: Madam, your complexion is so beautiful that any sari would look good on you. He he…

Mama-ji: Huh Huh! Whose Bahurani she is after all? Eh? Beti, I think you should take this one for sure!

Me: Hmm.

Pyaremohan: Madam, shall I go to the next one?

I nodded. He took the sari and placed a Gadwal on my shoulder and this time too as Mr. Pyaremohan straightened the sari on my body, his fingers felt the firmness of my left breast. This time his fingers brushed my breast for longer period of time; in fact he almost palpated it! I shuffled and moved my hips again so as to remain normal. Thank God! There was no one standing right behind me to see my very evident gaand movements!

Was Mr. Pyaremohan doing this on purpose? Did he have an ill intention? Or was he just doing his job religiously and it was me who was thinking a bit too much? Obviously I was sensing it “more”, as I was enormously stimulated. I tried my best to ignore it convincing my mind that he was only doing his job properly.

I looked at myself in the mirror. My face looked a tinge red, but I had to admit in my mind this Gadwal was a super collection.

Mama-ji: Bahurani, what’s your take?

Me: (smiling) This is indeed an exclusive piece. Mama-ji, I will take this one.

Pyaremohan: Excellent choice Madam.

The shopkeeper displayed the rest of the saris (keeping each one of them on my body) and I inspected them in the mirror and every time without a miss he touched/brushed my tight mammaries from over my sari in the pretext of unfolding/straightening the sari. I continued to struggle to look normal in front of the shopkeeper, Uncle, and Mama-ji.

Pyaremohan: So you have taken these t-w-o (he separated the two saris from the lot) and you will take this designer piece. Right Madam?

Me: Ye.. yes!

I obviously looked at Uncle who was going to pay for my saris. He also gave me the nod assuring me that he was okay with my choice.

Pyaremohan: Madam, I think you should see this one too. It’s absolutely the same color combination, but it’s a special floral print and when you wear it you will look very beautiful.

Me: Which one?

Pyaremohan: Just a second Madam.

The shopkeeper took out a chiffon sari from a separate lot and started unfolding it in front of me.

Mama-ji: What specialty does it have Pyaremohan Sahab?

Pyaremohan: Arjun Sahab, please hold the other end of the sari and I will show you.

Mama-ji and the shopkeeper stretched the sari in front of me and I noticed that there was only one big bluish-white flower and two smaller flowers printed on it very non-symmetrically. It definitely did not look very impressive at all to me.

Pyaremohan: Madam, actually I am showing this one to you only because you have a very nice err… I mean a very nice and bulky structure.

I smiled foolishly and soon realized what he exactly meant!

Pyaremohan: Madam, what I intend to say is this sari would not flourish that great on a women with a thin structure.

Mama-ji: Interesting! Why?

Pyaremohan: Yes, I will explain that. See this big flower on the sari. Actually it’s designed in such a way that when Madam wears it, the flower will show exactly on her.. err… I mean on her rear side.

Mama-ji: Rear side?

Pyaremohan: I mean it will show on Madam’s gaa… err… buttocks. As you can see, the size of this single floral print is sufficiently large so that it will fully cover Madam’s rear portion.

Me: O! My God! Do they design prints on saris in this way too! (I said to myself)

Mama-ji: O-k-a-y! Now I got your point Pyare Sahab! If the buttocks are not large enough, the flower will not be viewed properly. That’s what you meant, right?

Pyaremohan: Exactly Sahab! (now turning towards me) That’s why I showed it to you Madam. Since you have a big and round bottom (this time he did not fumble at all!), you will surely look very attractive when you wear this.

Of course he ended his words with a big smile and I had no place to hide my shyness and looked absolutely red!

Pyaremohan: And Madam, these two smaller flowers will show on your err… (he indicated with his eyes towards my tits) …breasts.. I mean they will remain on your breast area in the pallu.

Mama-ji: Wow! This is a unique designer collection, I must say! What do you say Bahurani?

I was in no way interested in such a sari where a big flower will be displayed on my gaand and another two on my boobs.

Me: Hmm… okay, but Mama-ji I didn’t like the… (I shrugged)

Pyaremohan: Okay Madam, no issues, I just showed this one to you because it was a new concept. He he he…

Mama-ji: Still Bahurani… this is something very unique… you should give a second thought. Radhe, what’s your opinion?

Radheshyam Uncle was mostly silent all along during this time; probably he was recapitulating the way he fondled my body in the toilet and may be still repenting on his premature ejaculation!

Radheshyam Uncle: Arjun, frankly this is a brilliant idea and Bahurani, you should not miss this one because you have such a nice round rear portion. This print will only accentuate it further and definitely you will look very attractive!

I was really in a fix – three elderly males requesting me to decide on this sari, but surely I was not agreeable to take this due to its “sensuous” print. I wondered how would I look wearing this sari with a big flower printed on my ass! Will that not attract unnecessarily more male eyes towards my huge ass?

Me: No Mama-ji, I will not go for this one.

Mama-ji: (smiling) Are you not taking it out of shyness Bahurani?

Mama-ji almost nailed me in the coffin.

Me: (giggling) Not… not really I mean…

Mama-ji: Bahurani, as Radhe said, you are blessed with a very fleshy rear portion. Not all women have such a round and plump GAAND!

I was shocked to hear such language from my relative and looked at the floor in natural shyness! I felt immensely uncomfortable standing like that amongst three males!

Pyaremohan: Madam, your Mama-ji is absolutely right! Madam, when you will walk wearing this sari, take my word, you will look very, very sec… I mean gorgeous.

Radheshyam Uncle: Bahurani, I also feel you should take this sari. This is indeed very exclusive!

Pyaremohan: Madam, shall I pack it for you?

The way Mama-ji, Uncle and the shopkeeper were pressing me, I honestly did not gather the strength to resist them because I feared more open and direct praises for my buttocks from them if I tried to argue!

Me: O… Okay, as you all say, will take this one.

Mama-ji: Great!

Pyaremohan: Right decision Madam. So… finally these three saris…

Me: (looking at the selected three) Yesssss.

Pyaremohan: I will keep them aside for packing. And… here is the matching blouse piece Madam for this designer sari.

Me: (I nodded and as I took it from the shopkeeper was slightly upset seeing the sheer gossamer fabric of the blouse piece) O… Okay!

Pyaremohan: Madam, now I would like to request you to pay a visit once to the imported section of my Parineeta Store.

Me: No, no. I will not buy anything more…

Naturally I felt hesitant as Radheshyam Uncle was paying for whatever I was selecting.

Pyaremohan: Madam, am I forcing you to buy anything? You choose something to buy if it really attracts you, otherwise not. Simple!

Me: That’s true, but…

Pyaremohan: Madam, tell me one thing… when you go to the market to buy a sari and if you happen to pass by a cheap but good looking nighty, will you not take it?

Me (smiling) Hmm… yes, that’s true… but…

Pyaremohan: Then? (smiling widely) Madam, you just glance through once, you will surely repent Madam if you do not see it.

Radheshyam Uncle: Really! Bahurani, what’s the harm in taking a look since Pyaremohan Sahab is boasting so much about it! If you find something really interesting, I will buy it for you. And for God’s sake, please don’t worry about the pricing. You know very well how very special you are to me…

Mama-ji: Bahurani is very special to me also Radhe! Ha ha ha…

Radheshyam Uncle: Obviously Arjun!

Pyaremohan: Arre Madam! They love you so much and you are hesitating! If I were you, I would go about buying the whole shop! Ha ha ha…

Mama-ji and Radheshyam Uncle readily joined the laughter and I also felt a bit relieved mentally and was smiling to the shopkeeper’s words.

Pyaremohan: (Keeping the saris aside) Sahab, this way… please come Madam.

The shopkeeper steered us to the imported section. We approached a door, which was to the left of the toilet and entered a smallish room. As soon as I entered the room I noticed pictures of women all around in scanty clothing, mainly wearing lingerie and undergarments. I saw both Mama-ji and Uncle gulping those pictures of the women exposing generously.

Pyaremohan: Welcome Madam to the imported zone. This is my exclusive lingerie and undergarment store.

Obviously I was feeling very tentative and had absolutely no plans to buy any undergarments at that point of time, especially with Mama-ji accompanying me. I never in fact take even my husband to buy my undies and rarely if he happened to be with me, he stands outside the shop while I buy it. But here, I had to shamelessly entering the undergarments section of this shop with two elderly males!

But did I have a control on this situation? No… I tried to convince myself!

Me: Err… See Pyaremohan-ji I do not…

Pyaremohan: Madam, I know what you will say. You do not require anything right now. No issues… but see the variety I have Madam - not only in bra and panty, you will surely admire my nighty collection.

Me: No, actually am not…

Radheshyam Uncle: Bahurani, I think there’s no harm in taking a look at his stock, may be you will find something new! Who knows!

How could I make them understand! I was feeling absolutely awkward to browse through undergarments or nightwear in the presence of these two elderly males. It’s not that when I buy my nighty or inner wears, the shopkeeper is a female, but I was feeling rather shy in front of Mama-ji especially, he being a direct relative of mine. But this shopkeeper did not provide me any further opportunity to avoid the situation and dragged me into browsing undergarments, lingerie, inner-wears, night dresses and what not!

Pyaremohan: Madam, I will start with nighty…

Mama-ji, Uncle and myself were standing at the other side of the counter while he brought down a bunch of colorful nighties from the shelf. Unlike a bunch of nighties that I get to see in a common shop, I noticed here all the nighties were nicely packed in separate box packs. Just above the shopkeeper’s head was the picture of a videsi girl in a rather scanty bra displaying her big bosom; I could feel the warm breaths of Mama-ji and Uncle from my sides; both were eagerly bending onto the counter table to have a look at the female intimate wears – naturally the situation was becoming e-x-t-r-e-m-e-l-y cumbersome for me.

Pyaremohan: Madam, have a look at this one! (He took out a nighty from the packet and displayed it for me) It’s created from imported synthetic fabric, which will give you a better feeling than the cotton nighties that you wear. And just see the milky white color Madam… you will hardly get this color in local nighties!

Mama-ji: Wah! Very nice.

Pyaremohan: Additionally Madam, you have this very attractive front net pattern of embroidery work covering your breasts. (He paused and looked very directly at my big tits) …And if you look at the back Madam (he turned the nighty) you will find this beautiful cross-design pattern and stretchable elastic for support. Isn’t it nice Madam?

Me: Hmm… (Evidently I was still not very comfortable)

Mama-ji: Bahurani, you will surely look like an angel in this ultra white thing!

I smiled at Mama-ji appreciating his praise. The shopkeeper was by that time busy unfolding the next one.

Pyaremohan: Madam, this is very elegant and as you can see it’s made of chiffon with an inner lining throughout so that it does not appear flimsy. You also have broad embroidery frills at the shoulder straps, which makes it look more stylish. The red color also adds to the attractiveness of this nighty.

This second nighty was indeed very impressive, but as I checked the fabric I found it to be too flimsy in spite of the inner lining. Surely if I wear it, my undergarments would remain visible to anyone through it. As I visualized myself wearing such a dress automatically my ears turned red and I started breathing deeper. I could feel a drop of my viscous juice coming out of my choot and moistening my panty below my sari. Though my mind was getting wayward, I tried hard to remain calm and normal and concentrate on what was shown to me.

In spite of his obese body, the shopkeeper was quite swift and he switched to the next nighty within a flash.

Pyaremohan: Madam, next one is a bit different. You cannot term it as a nighty probably, but it’s a special nightwear for sure. All these, as I told you, are imported items Madam. You won’t find it in any other store. This one is called a Babydoll.

Mama-ji: Babydoll! It reminds me of singer Alisha Chinoy… Ha ha ha… I hope it has nothing to do with her.

Radheshyam Uncle: But… but why? Why such a name?

Pyaremohan: (smiling) I am not sure Sahab, but may be due to the shortened size of this nighty.

The shopkeeper unfolded the nighty from the packet and displayed it in front of me. As if robotically my lips parted wide seeing its truncated length. As I looked through the sides of my eye, I noted both Mama-ji and Uncle were looking “hungrily” at that mini-nighty. I was naturally very, very uncomfortable now - shuffling - and adjusting my sari pallu unnecessarily. It looked decently decorated with lace and ribbons except for its length.

Mama-ji: But Pyaremohan Sahab, how can Bahurani wear such a small thing in the house? It would… it would hardly cover till her thighs!

I felt so ashamed at this statement that I could not even look at the shopkeeper and did not know how to react! I was not a schoolgirl that Mama-ji could just make such a remark to the shopkeeper in front of me!

Pyaremohan: Arjun Sahab, I told you this is not a nighty in the true sense. You cannot expect a woman to wear this and move about in the house. Err… this actually is a sleep wear and this Madam can only put on when she is alone or err.. I mean with her husband.

Mama-ji: Ahhh! Yes, that’s better.

Radheshyam Uncle: But Pyaremohan Sahab, tell me one thing, is it sellable? I mean am I to believe that housewives buy this from you?

Mama-ji: A very valid point Radheshyam!

Pyaremohan: Arre Sahab, if there was no demand, am I fool to keep these in my stock blocking money?

Mama-ji: That’s true too!

Pyaremohan: I showed this to Madam specifically because young married women like her request for this the most. Umm… err… you know only day before yesterday Reshma Madam took one piece.

Mama-ji: You mean our Reshma? Kulkarni’s bahu?

Pyaremohan: Yes, yes, one who lives next to…

Mama-ji: Really! But she appears so conservative from outside! (shrugging) Am.. am quite amazed to know this! Huh!

Radheshyam Uncle: Arjun, yaar, just imagine how odd Reshma would look wearing this because as it is she is taller than average girls and this dress would hardly cover her ass only!

Mama-ji: H-m-m--m. (Mama-ji sighed as if he was visualizing that girl wearing this short nightdress!)

The situation was getting worse for me – in fact it would have been the same for any matured woman to stand and listen to this sort of conversation! Already my twin peaks inside my blouse were pushing my bra in a very awkward fashion, as I continued to breathe faster and deeper. I could not even think of adjusting my bra in front of these males. Moreover, the front side of my panty was getting increasingly wet and I could clearly feel that! I shuffled again, adjusted my pallu, and subtly moved my buttocks in a circular fashion to remain somewhat comfortable.

Pyaremohan: Madam, please don’t mind (was there still anything left to mind? I wondered), but it’s a fact that women of your age who are married for 3-5 years are keen to buy these items probably… probably to impress their husbands (He spoke in a whispering tone). He he he…

Radheshyam Uncle: Who knows! May be my bahu also wears this sort of mini-dresses inside her bedroom! Huh!

I remained absolutely tongue-tied throughout this conversation and naturally was feeling immensely tight. My ears were emitting heat and I started feeling beads of sweat on my forehead and my heavy breasts began to go up and down more frequently under my sari pallu.

Me: Can you please… I mean… go to the next item!

Pyaremohan: Sure, sure Madam! Now I will show you something very latest and unique.

He pulled out a bigger box and opened it.

Pyaremohan: Madam, have you heard of a 3-piece nighty?

I frowned and nodded. From my teenage till marriage, I have always worn single-piece nighty. Neither had I seen my mother to wear anything different nor had I seen anything like that in our local market.

Pyaremohan: This is very special Madam and it is made from finest imported crush fabric. Just touch it… (I checked the fabric of the dress) …very soft and lightweight. Isn’t it Madam?

Me: Yes.

Pyaremohan: As you can see it comes with a short bra-top, a skirt, and a robe. The getup is very decent and when you wear it Madam, believe me, you will just feel great.

The design was of course very impressive though the top was very revealing. The front cutting was such that it resembled more like a bra though the back coverage was adequate. Though the skirt was knee-length, the encouraging part was the robe, which would cover me like a normal nighty.

Radheshyam Uncle: This is really very impressive. Looks good to the eyes also unlike the previous one.

Mama-ji: Yes, that was too shameless. Isn’t it Bahurani?

I nodded shyly.

Pyaremohan: Sahab, this 3-piece nighty is actually a blend of Babydoll and a normal nighty.

Me: How?

Pyaremohan: Madam, it’s very simple! In this 3-piece set, when you wear the robe over your top and skirt, you look decent and normal, but imagine if you do not wear the robe and only wear the top and the skirt, it’s almost like the Babydoll nighty… in fact more bold! Because… as you can see Madam, this top would not cover much of your breasts (Mr. Pyaremohan’s eyes quickly skimmed over my big-sized tits) …I mean due to its cutting Madam… due to its cutting!

The shopkeeper paused very briefly but keeping his gaze constantly on my face.

Pyaremohan: And Madam… and this skirt, though obviously much better than the Babydoll, I mean lengthwise, still would invariably keep your legs and knees exposed. So… that’s why I said that if you buy this set, you would have the choice for the blend of decency and boldness.

I was simply stunned the way the shopkeeper explained! He was so direct in choosing his words that I was bowled over and had to be extremely shameless to still stand in front of him! Never ever did I encounter such “explanations” in a shop while buying my garment!

Mama-ji: Hmm. Bahurani, I think he is talking sense. If you buy this you will actually have both options.

Radheshyam Uncle: Right Bahurani. I think this would be worth buying.

I looked pathetic; absolutely clueless about what to say or do!

Pyaremohan: And for your information Madam this sells like hot cakes among married women. He he he…

Oh! The smile was so very irritating! I wetted my lips with my tongue to remain somewhat normal, but I felt so embarrassed that I was exhaling deep warm breaths!

Mama-ji: (turning towards me) Bahurani, are you okay? I mean you are looking flushed and suddenly breathing faster!

The shopkeeper and Radheshyam Uncle both looked at my firm breasts in the pretext to check my heavy breathing! I felt miserable and so humiliated!

Me: Am… am absolutely okay Mama-ji. Nothing!

All the three males were now gaping at my large tits under my sari pallu. Mr. Pyaremohan readily offered me a glass of cold water, which I consumed and definitely felt better.

Mama-ji: Pyaremohan Sahab, pack this one then.

Pyaremohan: Arre Sahab! Don’t conclude so fast. I can spring some more surprises out from my stock! Ha ha ha…

Mama-ji: O! Really!

Pyaremohan: Madam, next I will show you a unique thing. A 5-piece nighty! A pure imported delight!

Me: What? F-i-v-e piece! (I could not restrain my astonishment.)

Pyaremohan: Yes Madam. Here it is. Baby pink embroidered designer piece.

He started taking out each piece from the box packet.

Pyaremohan: Actually Madam, in the last set you missed the bra and the panty; here actually they have covered that. Let me show you one by one… Here is the bra… (the shopkeeper took out the bra and stretched it in front of me – the scene was so odd and abnormal that I immediately dropped my eyes) … and this is the panty Madam… (It looked so vulgar when he stretched the waistband of the panty to show me its elasticity) … then comes the top… isn’t it cute? … and then the capri pants, very special, and finally the full overlap.

Mama-ji: Wow! This is awesome! I never thought that a nighty could be designed like this! A-m-a-z-i-n-g!

Pyaremohan: Yes Sir! Madam, these are exactly the same you see heroines wear in films.

Saying that he picked up the pant and showed it to me.

Pyaremohan: You must have seen Madam that heroines in films wear these skintight pants below their ghagras or other short dresses while dancing. These are the same capri pants Madam.

Before I could inspect Mama-ji seemed more keen to scrutinize!

Mama-ji: Oho! So these are those pants h-e-r-o-i-n-e-s wear! Let me see once…

He virtually snatched the pant from the shopkeeper and keeping it on the counter table, spread his palm throughout the length of that ladies pant very crudely - as if he was trying to feel the intimate organs of the heroine!

Pyaremohan: Madam, what’s your opinion about this set?

Me: (I had to admit that I had never seen such a thing before) Umm… Very im… err… I mean impressive.

Pyaremohan: Thanks Madam. Though there have been some complaints from some of my customers, otherwise this is a smooth selling product.

Mama-ji & Radheshyam Uncle: (in chorus) Complaints? What complaints?

Pyaremohan: No, no. Nothing serious Sahab. Actually since these dresses are imported, the cuts do not always please my customers. And you know every woman is habituated to a particular bra or a panty cut and fitting and whenever there is even a slight modification they start complaining.

The shopkeeper took out the panty again from the dress set.

Pyaremohan: Madam, do you see a problem in this? (He handed me over the panty)

The situation was getting even worse for me. Now I had to check a panty in front of three pairs of male eyes! It was just getting too much bumbling! But… but there was no way out also!

I took the panty from the shopkeeper and tried to inspect it as Mama-ji and Uncle watched me do that. Apparently it seemed okay though the size was smaller than what I usually wear.

Me: I mean err… its appears to okay to me… but may be…

Pyaremohan: Thanks Madam. I knew it was okay. Yes, as I was saying, some customers did complain to me that when they tried it at home they felt that the back coverage of this panty was inadequate. But these are imported materials and made to average size… Madam, you tell me, is it my fault if some customers possess bigger asses! He he he…

I felt terribly tight the way things were shaping up. I could feel my nipples rising their heads inside my bra and getting perky.
Pyaremohan: What I feel is one should not reason on that line because this is a designer nightwear basically to look more appealing and attractive and since you will stay within the periphery of the house, one should not be so critical. Isn’t it Madam?

Me: Umm? Hmm. Tro… err. true! But… but cuts are also important you know.

Pyaremohan: I agree Madam, but I cannot do anything about these sets as these are imported and come in fixed packets. I cannot exchange any piece from it.

Me: Right.

I nodded like an expert!

Radheshyam Uncle: Bahurani, I am really confused which one to choose for you! The 3-piece or the 5-piece?

Pyaremohan: Sahab, let me show you a few more exclusive items and then you finally decide.

Radheshyam Uncle: Oh! You have more?

The shopkeeper quickly stacked the items and moved on to the next one. I was quite anxious because it was getting increasingly uneasy for me to check out intimate wears in front of three adult males.

Pyaremohan: Madam, let me show you now some very special bras. I bet you have not seen these types before.

I had no choice but to go through this exercise. As a reflex action, I stretched my pallu over my heavy breasts and shuffled moving my large sari-covered ass sexily.

Pyaremohan: Madam, first see this one. This is called a demi bra.

Saying that he unfolded the bra in front of us and handed it over to me.

Mama-ji and Uncle both almost stooped over my hand to see the bra in detail.

Mama-ji: What’s so special about it?

Pyaremohan: See the cut here at the center Sahab… between the two cups… its deeper so that it will enhance err… I mean you know… the cleavage. Actually you will not find much difference by seeing, but when Madam wears it, she would be able to realize the special cut.

Mama-ji & Radheshyam Uncle: (in chorus) Hmm.

I stood shamelessly holding the bra in my hand surrounded by Uncle and Mama-ji.

Pyaremohan: Next in line is the air bra. Have a look at this!

Saying that he unfolded another bra from a fresh packet.

I looked at the shopkeeper for an explanation and he was as ready as ever!

Pyaremohan: Madam, this is err… actually not meant for you, but still have a look. Actually look here…. (he pointed inside the cups of the bra) it contains air-filled pads for a fuller, natural shape. He he…

I was really surprised to see that. I had heard of padded bras, but this was the first time I saw one! I noticed that the tiny air bags were made in such a way so that they filled the bra cups and obviously when a girl would wear it, her breasts would look very full due to the air bags pressing on her breasts within the bra.

Mama-ji: Surely Bahurani won’t need it! Ha ha ha…

Naturally I flushed heavily at this comment from my relative. In fact, I started to grow goosebump all over my body as Mama-ji looked at my eyes.

Pyaremohan: Madam, you are blessed with everything! He he he…

As I turned my face to him, he was licking my whole sari-covered figure through his dirty eyes before going to the next item.

Pyaremohan: Madam, you can also check these very colorful panties (saying that he pulled up a stack). They are all cotton made and have very good elasticity. The cuts are also attractive.

Within the wink of an eye the shopkeeper released the lace off the stack and spread the panties on the counter table. I was shocked to see panties with so varied and bright colors! Not only colors, I noted the cuts of these panties were also very high and deep thereby leaving no coverage practically on the sides.

Pyaremohan: I bet you have not seen so vibrant colors in panties Madam. This is a special stock which came only last month and has been very popular among ladies here.

The eye-catching colors were irritating me the most and I was feeling completely out of water with so many panties spread in front of me and Mama-ji and Uncle were scrabbling through this female undergarment!

Pyaremohan: Madam, you must have always bought dull colors… actually the fact remains that the local manufacturers never ventured into such exciting colors! Madam, even if you spend time browsing, you will invariably land up buying a white, or a dull red, or a maroon, or a blue, or max to max a dark green panty. Am I wrong Madam?

I was dying in shame the way this shopkeeper was revealing female secrets and that too in front of Mama-ji and Uncle. I was compelled to nod very shamelessly and in a way confirmed to the shopkeeper that I do wear panties of such dull colors!

Mama-ji: Why Bahurani? You are not old like us! You are so young! (Glancing at my protruding boobs) Why do you wear such gloomy colors?

I was so astonished by such a weird question that I even forget to react! Mama-ji was commenting on my panty color and was suggesting me to wear more bright colors!

Radheshyam Uncle: But Arjun, if Bahurani prefer darker gloomier shades, how can you influence her choice?

Mama-ji: No, no, I never meant that. I just wanted to say that she is young and should go for brighter colors in whatever she wears…. be it her sari or her pan… I mean undergarments.

Pyaremohan: But Sir, where would Madam get a panty like this? I mean this sort of colors… (he lifted a fluorescent green colored panty and waved it in the air)

I was almost fade up and was so irritated that I looked elsewhere. But… but the whole counter table was flooded with those colorful panties! It was genuinely too much of an embarrassment!

Pyaremohan: Sahab, see the variety… fluorescent red, green, orange… bright yellow, shinny black, silver, indigo blue… purely exclusive!

Mama-ji: Bahurani, why are you silent? Say something?

Me: (with a crimson face, breathing deeply) Ha… yes. I have… I mean never seen such colors, but… but the colors are painful for the eyes. (I tried to be polite)

Mama-ji: Painful! No, no. They are very attractive. Pyare Sahab, pack a dozen of these for my Bahurani!

Me: What?!?

Naturally I exclaimed very loudly.

Mama-ji: Arre Beti, if you take a dozen, you can wear them all the year round… Ha ha ha…

Radheshyam Uncle: Ha ha ha… That’s a brilliant suggestion Arjun! I agree with him and in any case how long would these tiny pieces of fabric sustain? Bahurani take a dozen… Take a dozen.

Suddenly I felt as if like a “randi” standing in front of “customers” who were continuously abusing me verbally! The fact that I was a housewife and came from a decent conservative family apparently was lost in this very prolonged erotic conversation!

Me: No, no. I will take… I mean only a couple at most.

Pyaremohan: Okay, okay Madam. You fight on this issue later with them. Let me finish my job first. He he he…

Clearing the mess from the counter table, the obese shopkeeper was ready in a flash with his next item! I also tried to recompose myself though was already feeling quite exhausted mentally.

Pyaremohan: Madam, now I will show you the item, which had the highest sale in the last 3 months. (He took out a stack and unfolded it on the counter table)

Mama-ji: O! What’s it?

Pyaremohan: Sahab, it’s the ladies hot pant!

Saying that he took out one.

Pyaremohan: Madam, just see this thing. This is specially meant for women who have a heavy figure.

Mama-ji: Why? It seems quite okay for any woman to wear!

Pyaremohan: No, no Sahab, what I meant was many customers complain to me that her panty back coverage is too small or her panty rides up or slides in… you know… you can understand… and typically that happens to women who have a heavy gaand. Madam? You must be facing the same problem?

As it is the topic was too personal to discuss, moreover, I was totally unprepared for any question at that moment. I noticed Mama-ji and Uncle both were looking at me with eagerness to what I reply.

Me: Ye… err… I mean… not exactly… I mean NO.

Pyaremohan: Okay, may be you don’t face it Madam, but several customers do say that their panty rides up over their bottom while they walk for a long time or the panty cuts deep into the groin, etc. etc. Madam, this item actually takes care of many such complaints.

Mama-ji: How?

The old man was making things increasingly worse for me as he probed more and more into every aspect!

Pyaremohan: As I said, this hot pant is very secure and it sits tightly on the ass and unlike a panty does not ride up or move to one side. Moreover, the back coverage is full and obviously much more than a panty, which is a common demand of most of my customers.

I was time and again getting shocked the way this shopkeeper was explaining female secrets!

Mama-ji: O-k-a-y! Now I got it!

Pyaremohan: Madam, what’s your opinion? Afterall you the best person to judge! He he…

Me: Err… well… Looks good but…

Pyaremohan: Madam, I bet, you will also FEEL good when you wear it.

Me: O… okay, but I think…

Pyaremohan: Madam, don’t think, just grab it! It’s a brilliant alternative to your panty, I guarantee.

Mama-ji intervened again!

Mama-ji: Pyaremohan Sahab, since you are saying this is an alternative to a panty, I think Bahurani needs to try it once before giving you the nod. Am I right Bahurani?

Before I could put forward my statement, the shopkeeper was ready with a reply!

Pyaremohan: But Sahab, we do not allow trials in lingerie and undergarments. Had it been a local made product, a trial (he shrugged) was okay. But… but once I buy these imported stocks from my merchant, I have no provision to return a single piece. So if by any chance during the trial an item gets spoiled or crushed… it’s a straight liability for me.

Mama-ji: O-k-a-y… But what if an item is defective or…

Pyaremohan: That never happened till date! Actually these items pass the quality check during manufacturing. So…

Mama-ji: I see.

At last it seemed I traced a way out from this humiliating experience and I readily tried to grab it.

Me: But how can I buy… in fact any of these items before a trial. I had never worn such things before!

Pyaremohan: But Madam, no shop will allow a trial on these items. Are you not getting my point?

Me: Yes am getting it. But you need to look from my angle also!

Mama-ji: I think Bahurani is correct. Since these are imported items, obviously she had never worn such things before and if she buys one and finds it uncomfortable, what to do?

Pyaremohan: But our policy is not that Sahab. You check well before you buy any item, especially from this section, but goods once sold cannot be returned.

Mama-ji: Come on Pyaremohan Sahab!

Radheshyam Uncle: Arre Sahab! Bahurani does not even stay here, she stays far off, so at least on that point you should consider this case.

I honestly never expected Mama-ji and Uncle to plead so much to the shopkeeper for the trial and such was my misfortune that the shopkeeper agreed in the end after some more persuasive efforts from both the “buddhas”!

Pyaremohan: Okay Madam, I walk outside my shop policy… but only four YOU… and (shrugged) will allow you to take trials on my imported stocks… but again… just for YOU and please be absolutely careful not to crush them.

“Who told you to be so kind on me?”, I said in my mind, but was at least cheered up thinking that the verbal embarrassment had come to an end for me.

Me: (smiling cutely) So nice of you!

I tried to be myself and absolutely normal.

Pyaremohan: Madam, tell me your size… then I will give you these 3 and 5 piece nighties from that lot.

Me: Si … I mean… size… what?

I fumbled miserably and as if asked for more embarrassment.

Pyaremohan: Madam, your bra size… then only I will be able to give items from the proper lot.

Mama-ji and Uncle were both looking at me and I felt like penetrating inside the floor, rather than tell my breast size in front of them!

Me: Thirty… err… (I wetted my lips with my tongue)

Pyaremohan: 30! You must be kidding Madam. They look so big! (This time directly winking at my round tits)

I had to ingest this very offensive gesture from the shopkeeper. I controlled myself somehow!

Me: Not 30, allow me to complete! 34.

Pyaremohan: O-k-a-y… (He again looked very directly at my full breasts and I had to shift my gaze off him) I will get the 34 size for you Madam. Just give me some time.

Very strangely I saw Mama-ji and Uncle were getting impatient! I did not know why they behaved like that! Were they getting bored? But only a little while ago I noted Mama-ji was pretty keen to know the secrets of ladies inner wears! I failed to understand why they were getting so restless suddenly!

Pyaremohan: Here Madam. I have everything for you. Here is the first one that I showed you… that embroidery one, and this is the Babydoll and here are the 3-piece and the 5-piece nighty sets. Okay Madam?

Saying that he handed me all the sets and showed me the trial room that was just adjacent to that small room.

Pyaremohan: We have two trail rooms Madam. One outside in the hallway and this one. Though this appears comparatively small, but it has mirrors on three sides for a better look Madam. I hope you won’t find any problem using this.

Me: Okay thanks.

I quickly picked up the dresses and opened the door to enter the trial room.

Oh! What a relief! I said to myself as I closed the door behind me.

I kept my eyes closed for a while and sighed deeply. Then as I opened my eyes and looked around I noted that the trial room was no better than a just covered passage - a very rectangular looking stretched out piece of area closed on all sides. Full wall mirrors were there on both walls and at the back of the door. I was surprised to note that the farthest wall, which did not have the mirror, was painted jet black and honestly I could not remember any wooden wall painted with that color in any shop!

The lighting was also pretty bit odd as the bulb over my head only illuminated properly an area near the door and the farthest corner remained somewhat ill illuminated. What I was unaware was as soon as I entered the trial room, the shopkeeper along with Mama-ji and Uncle hurried to the backside of this room and positioned themselves behind that “black” wall. I never thought in my wildest dreams that there were netted holes made on that wall to peep through! The black surface of the wall, the thick net, and the improper illumination at the farthest corner made it almost impossible for me to trace out.

My innocence and ignorance were entirely capitalized by the three opportunist elderly males and they quietly enjoyed the strip show of a married 30-year-old female!

Being alone in that trial room I openly started scratching my choot over my sari - not knowing at all that I was being watched! I even squeezed my breasts once with my hands to feel at ease. I pressed my sari-covered ass tightly on the wall and closed my eyes to release the heat out of me!

Feeling somewhat better, I started to undress. I unpinned my pallu and started opening my sari. Then I started unbuttoning my blouse and taking it out of my sleeves, I took my hands to my waist to untie my petticoat. I dropped my petticoat to the floor and stepped out of it. It felt so better. I was only clad in my bra and panty. The whole of my body was emitting heat and I took some deep breaths to feel normal.

I was totally unaware of the extreme thrill Mama-ji, Uncle, and the shopkeeper extracted as they continued to peep at my innocent strip show in the trial room. I checked myself in the mirror and noticing that the backside of my panty had hiked up and exposing my round buttock flesh, I quickly stretched the back my panty on my wide ass cheeks with my hands. I noticed the front of my panty was almost fully wet with my juices and I looked very, very obscene standing like that! I checked the front of my panty with my right hand to see how wet it was and it indeed was awfully wet. I could not resist myself from poking my finger inside my wet choot!

The shopkeeper, Uncle, and Mama-ji were having a feast for their eyes seeing me exposing like that only in my undergarments. Moreover, the “actions” that I was doing were exclusively feminine and a woman would ONLY do it when alone. Mama-ji, Uncle and Mr. Pyaremohan probably watched the shot of their life with a voluptuous woman like me wearing only undergarments inserting a finger inside her choot stretching the panty waistband to the front!

Feeling a little bit more comfortable after that fingering, I decided to start trying the dresses. First I took the Babydoll from the wall hook and wore that and laughed on my own seeing the coverage it was giving to my figure. My big breasts were jutting out of that mini dress and it reached hardly till my upper thighs leaving me whole legs completely exposed. I reached the back of the dress to see how much it was covering there and was shocked to note that it just about covered my round buttocks only!

“No way I could wear this even in front of Rajesh!”, I said to myself.

How could they design such a dress for any woman? I was naturally irritated and immediately got out of that mini nightdress though I was already breathing heavily watching me dressed in such a sexy costume. Next I tried the embroidery designed one and this was really elegant. I walked and checked myself well in the mirrors and was pretty much satisfied with that dress and decided to buy it. I disrobed again and stood only in my undies before trying the next one.

The “eye feast” was of course going on about which I was totally unaware. All three males must have been licking my greasy jawani with their eyes and stroking their erect dicks in excitement. Now I was left with the 3-piece and the 5-piece nighties. I decided to try the 5-piece nighty first. For that I had to open my bra and panty because that set had a pair of undergarments with it. Though initially feeling a bit shy, but since I was quite secured within the trial room, I decided to shed my undergarments for trying that one. In fact a big reason for opening my undergarments was also my semi-wet panty. I quickly dragged my panty down my knees to the floor and also unfastened my bra. A wave of tremor passed my whole body as I was standing fully nude within the walls of in the trail room.

It must have been an unbelievable sight for Mama-ji, Uncle, and the shopkeeper who were peeping at me – seeing a married woman stripping under illumination! I wore the panty and the bra from the 5-piece nighty. The panty was awfully tight – I had a pretty hard time to pull it till my waist. I did a mistake in not wearing the bra first and all the time that I tried to pull my panty up my thighs, my full boobs jiggled and swayed very awkwardly. Finally I was able to wear the panty, but it was just too small and was not even covering half of my full-sized bottoms.

The bra also had smaller cups and as a result my breasts heaved up very sexily when I clasped the hook of my bra at my back. The worst part was the fabric was not thick enough and as I checked myself in the mirror, the contours of my swollen nipples were clearly visible through that bra! I was thoroughly dissatisfied with the material being directly able to see my nipple impressions through the bra. I dropped the idea of trying the capri pant and the top and quickly wore the overlap as if someone was watching me!

Last to try was the 3-piece nighty. I quickly got out of this new bra and panty and wore my original bra. I decided not to wear the panty because it was still quite wet in the front. I wore the skirt and the top. The skirt was decent and covered me till my knees but the top was awfully tiny and also had a very deep neckline thereby revealing my whole cleavage bursting above my bra; the robe though was extremely comfortable and had a cool velvety touch and not to mention that it covered my whole body very decently!

Actually I was feeling somewhat unwilling to wear that wet thing and I indeed needed to wipe my pussy as it was still discharging drops of my vaginal fluids. But since I had no handkerchief I was confused regarding how to do it. Then suddenly an idea stuck my mind - why not use one of these new dresses to wipe my choot? Obviously the shopkeeper would be busy finalizing my selected dresses and surely would not pay any attention to these.

I quickly removed the robe and dropped my skirt off my waist to the floor and since I was already pantyless, I started wiping my choot with that dress. I looked at my uncovered choot in the mirror and wiped it not even knowing that three adult males were watching me doing this very personal and lewd act. I wiped even my thick choot hairs, which also got somewhat sticky with my juices. I inserted my finger deep in my choot to get some more discharge and felt very relaxed after completing this act. My breathing had also normalized and my nipples were starting to ease out inside my bra.

Though I had wiped my pussy, my panty was still wet and I used the skirt of the 3-piece nighty to rub it dry. Obviously I was unable to make it dry by rubbing the skirt on it, but the dampness was at least soaked to some extent by the dry fabric. Now I got dressed in my original attire of sari, petticoat, and blouse. Seeing the mirror and using both my hands, I adjusted my heavy tits to set properly inside my bra and blouse and felt very comfortable.

I decided to buy only the embroidered nighty among the four that I tried. I opened the latch of the door and was very surprised to see none present outside the trial room though pretty soon Mr. Pyaremohan almost came running!

Pyaremohan: Oh! Madam, you are done! Actually I had taken your Mama-ji and Uncle for a walk down the hallway. (he was clearly panting)

In no time I saw Mama-ji and Uncle appearing and they both had drooping jaws and both had their hands in their crotch! What was going on? I was a bit puzzled.

Me: Are you okay Mama-ji?

Mama-ji: Ye… yes… okay! Just took a wa…walk…He he!

Me: I see.

I was surely not convinced.

Pyaremohan: So Madam, are you planning to take all?

Me: No way! I will only take this one.

Saying that I forwarded the embroidered nighty to the shopkeeper.

Pyaremohan: Only one! Why? Was the fitting not okay?

Me: No, no. They were all okay, but I liked this one only.

Radheshyam Uncle: Are you sure Bahurani? Not the 3-piece or the 5-piece nighty?

Me: No, thanks Uncle. (this time emphatically) Will take this one only Uncle.

Pyaremohan: Ok-kay! As you wish Madam.

Mama-ji: Good Bahurani! You saved some money of Radhe… Ha ha ha…

Mama-ji tried to lighten the environment, but I noticed his right hand was still subtly stroking his cock from over his trouser! As I looked from the corner of my eyes, I noticed an awesome bulge in Mama-ji’s pant and surely there was something fishy. The shopkeeper was no different! He was also coaxing his lund and that too quite openly – not even bothering that an adult woman was standing in front of him! Though I could smell a rat, but unfortunately was not able to trace out exactly what had happened when I was in the trial room. Radheshyam Uncle also appeared exhausted just as he looked when he had that premature ejaculation with me!

Pyaremohan: So, this is the final tally Madam – three saris and one nighty. Right?

Me: Right.

Pyaremohan: Sahab, you both can sit and relax downstairs. Madam, you just wait for a second for your blouse measurement.

Mama-ji: Fine. Bahurani, come down when you are done.

Me: Okay Mama-ji.

Mama-ji and Uncle turned and walked towards the staircase while the shopkeeper probably went for the tailor. Suddenly I heard the shopkeeper calling me from inside and the voice was quite stern, which actually surprised me. I hurriedly went into the room again, but he was in the trial room!

Pyaremohan: Madam, here!

Me: Yes?

Pyaremohan: Madam, see that’s why I was objecting to this idea of trials!

My heart started pounding in anxiousness. What did he mean? I noticed that he was checking the dresses I tried. I surely would be caught! What an embarrassment! Had he discovered my naughty act of wiping with those new dresses? O God!

Pyaremohan: Madam, these stains were surely not there when I unpacked the dresses for you?

Me: I … I… I mean how would I know? (I tried to remain as cool as possible)

Mr. Pyaremohan was checking the stains on the babydoll nighty very closely. He was trying to figure out what it was and in the process started sniffing it just like a dog! What a shame! The shopkeeper was in effect sniffing my vaginal juices on that fabric.

Pyaremohan: Uhu! Madam! Surely these are fresh… I find the same stain on this panty also! This you… I mean… you just tried this Madam!

He for once looked directly at my sari-covered choot and then looked up at me questionably obviously trying to suggest that the stains were my pussy juices and nothing else! Naturally I had to protest, but was feeling terribly awkward inside.

Me: No, no. How can that be? Let me see!

The shopkeeper handed me the panty (a part of the 5-piece nighty set) I just tried.

What a scene!

I was inspecting my own panty and it was visibly spotted with my vaginal juices.

Pyaremohan: Madam, I am sorry to say… but these are your… I mean err… you probably was not fully aware that you were WET…

Me: Err… what? I mean…

My face started getting in shame – afterall he was just a shopkeeper and was a complete stranger to me. I felt like a stupid asshole standing in front of him caught red handed still trying to inspect the panty!

Pyaremohan: Madam, let me be very clear. You saw that I had reservations about the trial, but you and your relatives insisted and hence I agreed. I cannot sell these used products. I mean… You… you have to buy the whole lot.

He uttered the last few words very discreetly and in a steel cold voice. My heart was pounding and my hands and feet were already cold like an ice cube!

Pyaremohan: Madam, you will have to take this Babydoll nighty along with this 5-piece set and just see… the skirt of this 3-piece nighty also have those stains… the marks are so fresh! (He sniffed again) You have to take all these 3 sets Madam.

I got so nervous that I was not even getting the strength to talk with the shopkeeper. First and foremost thing was I had no money with me. If I were to buy these, I had to take help of either Mama-ji or Radheshyam Uncle. And then, of course I would have to confess to those males that while I was trying these dresses my pussy juice spoilt the fabric.

How could I tell that! Issssssh! What a shame!

Moreover, I was pretty much certain that the episode would not stop there - the inquisitiveness that I had seen in Mama-ji - he would surely question me thoroughly about how the skirt and the babydoll nighty got those stains even if he gets convinced with the panty part!

I could realize then and there that it would be a very cumbersome and embarrassing experience for me to reply Mama-ji; hence immediately I dropped that idea of informing him for buying these nightdresses.

But… then what was the alternative?

I had no clue! Beads of perspiration were already crowning my forehead and my palms also started to sweat. I was having my usual dry lips, but this time purely due to nervousness.

Pyaremohan: Madam, shall I pack them all and inform your…

Me: No, no. You need not inform them.

Pyaremohan: You will then pay separately Madam?

Me: Err… I mean…

Pyaremohan: It will amount to umm… the Baby doll is 450/-, the 3-piece is 650/-, and the 5-piece is 900/-…. umm… totalling to 2000/- Madam.

Me: What? T-w-o t-h-o-u-s-a-n-d!

Pyaremohan: Come on Madam! Afterall these are imported items directly coming from foreign countries!

Me: But… but that’s… that’s too expensive!

Pyaremohan: But Madam you have to take them… I can’t keep these “stained” items in my stock!

I saw that there was no other way but to tell the truth to this man.

Me: Pyaremohan Sahab, I mean… err… actually I do not have money with me and … and its not that I can pay later because I do not stay here. Please consider my case!

Pyaremohan: Madam how can I consider Rs. 2000? Yes if it was a 100-200 rupees I definitely would have considered because afterall you are my customer, but 2000/-… No way I can consider Madam!

I was literally in a catch 22 situation and felt so helpless! I requested again.

Me: Please Pyaremohan Sahab! I am like your sister. Can you not con….

Pyaremohan: Madam, no sentimental strings here! I am a businessman. I cannot sell these. (again he lifted the panty to show me the stain) Either you or your relative must pay.

Me: But I have nothing with me and I cannot tell them. P-l-e-a-s-e try to understand my condition. I… I can do one thing… I will money order you as soon as I get back home.
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Pyaremohan: He he Madam… no such cock and bull story will do. You need to pay here. Don’t waste my time. (His voice was very stern this time)

I tried to persuade him for some more time, but in vain as he was quite adamant on his point and finally I surrendered.

Pyaremohan: Madam, look, this is not a restaurant that if you cannot pay the bill, you can clean and wash crockery and repay me. I need reimbursement for my Rs. 2000/-.

The situation was going towards a hopeless end and to plead to like that to a shopkeeper was even more awkward for me and therefore I desperately wanted to get out of it.

Me: I told you already… I mean I have nothing with me. Then… I mean tell me if I can … I mean if I can do any favor for you so that this money is compensated.

Pyaremohan: What favor?

Me: Tell me straight what you want me to do to pay damages for that 2000/-. I have never been in such a clumsy situation in any shop ever!

Pyaremohan: Madam see that’s not my problem and I don’t want to hear what you have done in other shops. (He was evidently getting rude to me) You have spoiled these and you have to pay.

Me: Okay, okay. Tell me naa what you want from me?

I was trying to get straight to the shopkeeper.

Pyaremohan: Umm… let me think… Okay! Yeah! There is .. there is one way… but… you don’t … Ummm! Can you do it?

Me: (my face as if glowed up seeing a ray of hope) What? Sure! I can do it! Tell me!

Pyaremohan: See Madam I am telling you frankly… we had planned a couple of ads for our products on cable TV and had fixed a model for Rs. 5000/- to act in that. Now… if you can do it, I will surely save 2500/-… actually I have booked her for two ads. But… …umm…

Not knowing any details I just jumped on the proposal as that Rs. 2000/ was playing heavily on my mind.

Me: Err… No problem Pyaremohan Sahab. I will do it.

Pyaremohan: That’s okay, but…

Naturally I was getting impatient.

Me: What’s the problem now?

Pyaremohan: Madam, see there are two problems. Since this was planned for next week, I do not have the male model right now and… umm…

Me: And what?

Pyaremohan: Well Madam, the director is … I mean very ill tempered and rude… so…err… I was thinking whether you would be… I mean whether you would be able to tolerate him or…

Me: In recent times I am tolerating many strange things, which I never dreamt of tolerating! So, you better not think on that.

Pyaremohan: (smiling) Okay, okay. Err… Then Madam I think you should not waste time as your Mama-ji and Uncle would be waiting.

Me: You need to hurry up. You are still sitting with those nighties!

Pyaremohan: Oh! Sure Madam! Give me just a minute’s time so that I can inform the director to arrange for a shoot.

Me: Okay.

Mr. Pyaremohan disappeared in a flash and in fact was back also within a couple of minutes.

Pyaremohan: Madam, with much effort I have persuaded Mr. Mangeskar. He is the director. As I told you he is pretty ill tempered and does not speak a decent language. So please…

Me: Okay, okay.

At that point of time I was honestly in a hurry to get into the midst of action rather than thinking about any other aspect.

Pyaremohan: Come along! And just remember to say that you have acted previously, otherwise Mr. Mangeskar will pack up immediately.

I nodded and followed the shopkeeper. As I followed him through the hallway I quickly draped my pallu once again properly since I was going in front of an unknown male. We reached the end of the corridor behind the toilet where there was a room whose door was open.

Pyaremohan: Come Madam. Mr. Mangeskar, she is the one I was talking about.

The room was fairly big, but Mr. Mangeskar did not look impressive at all – very thin, middle-aged person with prominent rough beard on his face who was wearing a red T-shirt and three quarter pants covering till his knees.

Mr. Mangeskar looked directly at me for some moments and I felt so very odd standing like while he inspected my figure - very openly.

Mr. Mangeskar: Hmm… What’s your name?

Me: Anee…I mean Anita.

Mr. Mangeskar: Age?

I had never encountered such a clumsy situation (at least at grownup age) with a totally stranger asking me my age as the very second question!

Me: Twenty… I mean. 28.

Mr. Mangeskar: And what are your stats? (He asked me looking at my taut sari-covered breasts)

Me: Err… what?

I could not get him at first go.

Mr. Mangeskar: What sort of actress is this Mr. Pyaremohan?

His voice was cold and stern and clearly reflected that he was irritated by my fumbling.

Pyaremohan: Arre she has traveled some distance… give her some time to breathe! Madam, tell him your vital statistics? I have her breast size… its 34.

My ears immediately started to get heated and I could well realize that my throat was drying up! I lowered my eyelids by reflex action in natural feminine shame.

Mr. Mangeskar: Come one! What’s your name….. O! Anita!

Me: Twenty… I mean .. err… 28 and… and 36. I mean 34-28-36. (I had to gather all my mental strength to tell that)

Mr. Mangeskar: Hmm… you look pretty full! Now listen I needed a younger model for this ad, but since Pyaremohan-ji requested, I will go ahead with you. Where else have you acted?

Me: Umm… in drum… I mean in dramas.

Mr. Mangeskar: Dramas! That means on stage only?

Pyaremohan: No, no. She acted in a few small ads also. She is quite familiar with this type. Tell him Madam. Tell him.

The shopkeeper was trying his best to cover me up.

Me: Yes, yes. I acted in err… 2-3 ads.

Mr. Mangeskar: What product?

I was puzzled and looked blankly to Mr. Pyaremohan who was again ready to “save” me!

Pyaremohan: Soaps… soaps you know and….

Mr. Mangeskar: And?

Pyaremohan: And… umm… undergarments…. undergarments!

My lips automatically parted to protest, but I had to control myself as per the demand of the situation. That nitwit shopkeeper! Could he not say anything else other than that!

U-n-d-e-r-g-a-r-m-e-n-t-s! Hai daiya!

Mr. Mangeskar: (now looking at my eyes) Okay that’s good to know. What did you have to do in the soap ad?

This question was indeed directed to me and I had to reply something.

Me: I… I acted in that… I mean I soaped my body.

I was really getting very nervous replying to this man. His voice was cold as steel and questions too direct for a housewife like me!

Mr. Mangeskar: Hmm. Hmm. Whole body or only your hands and shoulders?

I licked my lips once because I could realize I was getting cornered. My face was all red and my body very stiff.

Me: Haa… haa… I mean hands and sho… sho… shoulders only.

Mr. Mangeskar: No showers?

Me: (I was trying to remember the soap ads that I see on TV and construct my replies) Yes, yes… shower was there.

Mr. Mangeskar: Okay, so you soaped yourself standing under the shower and they canned you? Right?

Me: Yes, yes. (I replied without much thinking trying to end the conversation)

Mr. Mangeskar: That’s good, because you have a similar situation here also! By the way, are you aware of what you need to do here?

Pyaremohan: Yes, yes, Madam is aware, but actually I did not get the time to detail her.

Mr. Mangeskar: Huh! You seem to be always so busy Pyaremohan-ji! Anyway, I will brief you Anita. See, as you know this is a chaddi- baniyan ad, the presentation has to be spicy. We must create an urge in male customers to buy this Parineeta Store brand and for that the ad has to be designed and presented in a titillating way, you know!

I was already on the “low” hearing that it was a chaddi-baniyan (=vest and brief) ad. I thanked my fortune and smiled to myself that it was not a female undergarment ad!

Pyaremohan: If you can do it a bit quickly… her…

Mr. Mangeskar: (looking at the shopkeeper very strongly) Then hire someone else and leave me! Sala kaha kaha se chale aate hain! I have my own pace and you both must abide by that! Clear?

I tried to rescue the shopkeeper who was in fact saying to speed up only for me knowing that Mama-ji and Uncle were waiting downstairs.

Me: Okay, okay. Please don’t be angry…

Mr. Mangeskar: Hmm.. Yes, as I was saying, what I plan for is a **** sequence where you are the heroine and you are being harassed. The hero comes and rescues you. The hero will be dressed in chaddi and baniyan, which would signify he-man-ship and advertise for this brand. Clear?

I nodded, but was wondering what the director actually meant by “rape sequence” though I was somewhat assured when he used the word “harassed”. I thought I dare not ask a question and get a scolding and decided to follow the instructions of the director to get over this episode as quickly as possible.

Mr. Mangeskar: You wear this and get ready quickly.

Saying that he handed over a lungi to Mr. Pyaremohan and then turned towards me.

Mr. Mangeskar: Anita, let me detail you the scene – you are a housewife and he is a servant. Okay?

He? Mr. Pyaremohan? A servant with such an obese figure? I could not just control a smile hearing this.

Mr. Mangeskar: I chose him as the servant because his body will amuse most people you know.

Me: True. (I was still smiling)

Mr. Mangeskar: You will be taking a bath in that toilet (he indicated to the attached bath) and your servant would act like a peeing Tom. Okay?

I nodded though naturally was getting apprehensive about the “bath”.

Mr. Mangeskar: He naturally gets excited seeing you and ultimately breaks inside the toilet and attacks you. Okay? You flee to this room and some hustle and bustle between you and Pyaremohan-ji would take place on that sofa. Okay? Then the hero enters the scene fights the bad man and rescues you with a happy ending. That’s all? Clear?

Me: Ye… yes, but who is the hero?

Mr. Mangeskar: (with a shy smile) Me of course!

Me: W-h-a-t?

Mr. Mangeskar: That would create the humorous part naaa… He is so fat and I am so thin… apart from that comical angle, the message would also be delivered that even a frail man like me turns a He-man if he wears this brand of chaddi and baniyan.

Me: Hmm…

I appreciated the whole idea of this director in my mind though was extremely nervous about what I actually need to deliver.

Mr. Mangeskar: Here goes your costume Anita! (he handed me over a white petticoat and a white blouse).

Pyaremohan: You can change in the toilet Madam.

Me: No sa… I mean no sari?

Mr. Mangeskar: Come on! Are you new to acting? How can you wear a sari while taking a bath?

I did not argue any more and hurried inside the toilet, but several questions started to bother me now as I closed the toilet door.

• this blouse looks so transparent and also white in color, what would happen to it when it gets wet?
• what will happen when Mr. Pyaremohan breaks into the toilet? What he will try to do to me?
• what “hustle and bustle” did the director mean that would take place on the sofa?

Instead of bothering too much on that, I thought that I had to be very cautious not to unnecessarily expose or allow too much of touching and grabbing during the shoot.

After I got into my shooting costume, I got out of the toilet. I was clad in a white blouse and petticoat only. No sari. Though I felt hesitant, but thankfully the blouse was adequately covering my breasts though naturally my mammaries remained protruded quite indecently converging male attentions

Mr. Mangeskar: Bah! You look perfect Anita.

The director was looking at my jutting out fully developed tits, which looked quite handsomely appealing not being covered by a sari.

Mr. Mangeskar: You have a good eye Pyaremohan-ji, he he he! She has an excellent figure even after marriage.

Pyaremohan: Thanks Mr. Mangeskar!

Mr. Mangeskar: Anita, I hope you are wearing your inners…

Even a blind man could see that I was wearing a bra, such was the transparency of that white blouse and obviously I was wearing a panty!

I just nodded.

Mr. Mangeskar: And under your petticoat?

Me: Yes obviously!

I obviously sounded extremely shameless!

Mr. Mangeskar: Fine. Let me clear this to you both that I want absolutely natural expressions on your faces when you act. So forget all other things and concentrate only on the shoot. Okay?

The director was ready with a movie camera! Mr. Pyaremohan looked horrible clad only in the lungi. His bare chest and belly looked so odd!

Mr. Mangeskar: Anita, I will position myself within the toilet. You will open the shower and stand below it. Okay?

I nodded and followed him into the bathroom. I stood under the shower and the director was very close to me with his camera. Mr. Pyaremohan closed the door and remained outside of the toilet. Naturally I was feeling rather tight with this unknown male in this small toilet.

Mr. Mangeskar: Don’t be stiff Anita! Relax… Imagine that you are alone – as if you are in your home toilet. Ignore my presence….

I tried to relax, but obviously was unsuccessful.

Mr. Mangeskar: Let me tell you what you need to do after opening the shower. You start washing your face first, then rinse your hands and then come to your breasts. Okay Anita?

Me: O… okay.

Mr. Mangeskar: Open the shower.

I switched on the shower and water started falling on my body. Thankfully the water flow was not very heavy, but the coldness of the water made me shiver and I felt so, so odd getting wet with a man standing on my nose! I started wiping my face first.

Mr. Mangeskar: Do it gently so that I can take a good view of your face.

Though I washed my face, I could jolly well feel that the water trickled through my hands and elbows onto my breasts and were soaking my blouse and bra.

Mr. Mangeskar: Great….now your hands….slowly!

I followed his instruction and now as I stretched my hands water was pouring directly on my mammaries and I was getting fully wet now. As I was looking down I could see my white brassiere getting very prominent through the blouse and I quickly tried to cover myself by angling my elbow.

Mr. Mangeskar: Okay, Anita, now rub your breasts slowly with both hands.

As I took my hands to my tight boob flesh, my face was getting flushed in embarrassment. I started rubbing my own breasts as the shower water continued to soak me. My cleavage was now prominently visible to the director, as my blouse had slipped down a bit being wet and heavy. Thank God! I could not see his eyes as he was looking into the camera, otherwise it would have been very, very embarrassing for me.

Mr. Mangeskar: Anita, now do one thing… just to make things look hot… squeeze your breasts gently…

Honestly I was getting excited doing this action. I kept my both palms right over my conical breasts and started squeezing them!

Mr. Mangeskar: No, no… not like that! Do it from below… I mean cup your breasts from below and then squeeze… Just like a male does it, are you getting me?

I nodded while taking the shower. I took my palms below my breasts and then cupped my flesh and started squeezing my big balls. I immediately could feel my nipples getting very hard and were standing up as they sensed my fingers on them. The shower obviously was helping me do this shameless and bold act quite easily! My lips started getting parted and I slowly was gyrating my hips to complete the whole action.

Mr. Mangeskar: Good Anita… Now a little more variation… since you are not using a soap… just squeeze and release your breasts for cleaning… I know that's not the process but you need to make the servant attracted too! So…squeeze and release… squeeze and release…

Honestly this continuously flowing water on my body was doing miracles! I was so quickly getting excited and was slowly getting horny doing this squeeze! I obeyed the director and gripped my both boobs with my outstretched palms and was releasing them after a full crush. My blood had already started boiling inside me and I had started enjoying my shower with closed eyes.

By this time, I was almost fully wet and water had adequately sipped inside my petticoat also making my ass and thighs fully wet.

Mr. Mangeskar: Wow! Your facial expressions are just too good! Very well done Anita! Now get into the next move… circle your finger on your navel. This is just the warmup for your peeping servant you know! Ha ha ha…

With my eyes closed, I dropped my hands from my tits to my navel area. I started poking my belly button with the middle finger of my right hand. This went on for some more moments and since I did not get further instruction from the director, I opened my eyes. He was busy capping me and as I looked down my body I noticed my petticoat clinging to my well formed thighs very indecently and the shape and size of my thighs were clearly exposed and naturally I tried to adjust my petticoat with my free hand.

Mr. Mangeskar: Hey! What are you doing? (I immediately took away my hand off my petticoat) You are on camera Anita… Maintain your position as I say and do not do anything extra.

I nodded and was compelled to alarmingly expose my well-formed thighs through my wet petticoat.

Mr. Mangeskar: Anita, your servant is watching you. So you must do something sexy to excite him… May be…you just bend a bit and rub your thighs over your petticoat.

With my wet blouse and petticoat clinging to my skin, I thought I was exposing enough. My white blouse being fully soaked was practically nonexistent and the exact position of my brassiere inside was completely visible. Did I need to do more?

I obviously did not have the guts to question the director and hence bent a bit and started rubbing my thighs with both hands and in the process my cleavage appeared very prominently over my wet blouse and also exposing the upper portions of my bulging boobs.

Mr. Mangeskar: Bend a bit more Anita… camera is unable to get a full view.

I had to bend further – now practically a couple of inches of my deep cleavage were visible to the director and as I momentarily looked down my breasts, my fleshy wet milk tanks looked awesomely exposed in that posture. I clenched my teeth in shame and waited for the director to call “Cut”.

Mr. Mangeskar: okay… okay! Cut!

My body was instantaneously upright.

Mr. Mangeskar: Very nice work Anita!

I smiled foolishly. I quickly moved out of the shower, but since I had been standing below that shower for so long, I was virtually soaked to the skin. Water was trickling down my face, throat and whole body.

Mr. Mangeskar: Anita, now we will go ahead with the next sequence, after which your servant will get inside. Okay?

I nodded.

As Mr. Mangeskar took out his eyes from the camera viewfinder, I noted that his eyes were roaming openly on my juicy body curves – it was indeed a gala sight - a voluptuous woman like me standing within two feet of him in a completely awash state clad in a white blouse and petticoat.

Mr. Mangeskar: Pyaremohan-ji, I mean the servant, will try to embrace you and you have to act as if you are trying to escape, but make sure that you both stay under the shower for some time struggling so as to make the scene a bit tempting. Am I clear?

I nodded. Though my skin was wet and cold, my inside was as if ignited in this shower water and the self boob squeeze that I just did!

Mr. Mangeskar: Pyaremohan-ji, are you ready?

Pyaremohan: Yes, yes!

Mr. Mangeskar: Fine. Lets do the last sequence of your bath Anita. I want to capture your rear portion in camera. So just turn slowly away from me so that your back faces the camera. Okay?

I nodded again taking a deep breath. I could feel the familiar itch inside my panty! I moved below the shower again and the director shouted indicating camera was rolling. I turned slowly under the shower so that my backside was towards Mr. Mangeskar and took my hands behind and begun rubbing my very prominent ass.

Mr. Mangeskar: Place your hands on your ass globes Anita…. One on each… Y-e-s… like that… slowly… You have a gorgeous gaand yaar! Carry on!

I ignored the slang as I could realize he was also pretty excited filming me. I moved my palms in circular motion on my buttocks and could clearly make out that my panty was pretty evident through my wet petticoat.

Was my panty visible to the director? Hai daiya! As I pressed my ass with my hands, I could clearly trace the outline of my panty! My God!

Mr. Mangeskar: Good! Now jiggle and sway your ass a bit Anita! Actually this will act as the climax for your servant’s entry inside. When Pyaremohan-ji enters you must cry out loudly and very naturally… okay?

As per the director’s instruction, I started to sway and jiggle my heavy ass very shamelessly. Automatically my eyes got closed in utter shyness and nervousness with the very thought that I was doing all this in front of a male! It must have been some sight for the director to see a well-developed woman like me swaying her big tight ass in front of him.

Just then…

Just then Mr. Pyaremohan broke inside the bathroom! I was still swinging my heavy buttocks and he almost crashed on me! I immediately cried out, which was of course very spontaneous rather than acting! He was clad only in his lungi and held my right arm and dragged me towards him. I bumped on his body and naturally tried to guard my breasts from pressing on him with my elbows.

Mr. Mangeskar: Cut! Cut! (We separated from each other) Anita… Anita, you must look surprised and frightened – it must look normal – someone has entered your bathroom, but you seem to… I want that staggered look in your eyes. You behave as if you forget to react and stand like a statue. Okay? Your servant would take that advantage and embrace you. Am I clear?

I nodded along with Mr. Pyaremohan who again went back to the toilet door from where the retake would take place. Mr. Mangeskar looked into the camera and said “Action”.

Mr. Pyaremohan entered again towards me in one brisk action and I tried to express what the director told me with my eyes widely open and a loud scream. Mr. Pyaremohan took hold my right hand and dragged me towards him. I tried to behave that I was very surprised and “forgot to react.” Mr. Pyaremohan used that opportunity fully to quickly pull me onto him and straightway embraced me. My whole wet body pressed on his fat half naked figure.

Firecrackers seemed to burst inside my body as I touched Mr.
Pyaremohan. My blood started gushing inside my vessels as I felt his long arms embracing my soaked back. His warm palms felt so good on my wet blouse-covered midriff!

Mr. Mangeskar: Pyaremohan-ji, you now try to kiss her and Anita, you now come to your senses and try to retaliate. Okay?

No sooner had the director completed his words, I felt Mr. Pyaremohan trying to kiss me directly on my lips!

The scoundrel! What audacity!

I felt his wet lips on my cheeks and nose and once on my lips too! Naturally by reflex action, I exhibited a very strong repulsive blow and tried to get him out of my body, but he was much stronger than me and embraced me more tightly. All this time I had been protecting my big breasts from touching his chest with my elbows, but the way he was trying to touch my lips, I had to use my hands to protect me. And…

And as soon as I lifted my hands to stop his face from touching mine, he hugged me more closely and my big firm breasts got pressed very directly to his chest.

I shrieked out!

Mr. Pyaremohan was obviously much excited getting the full feel of my well-developed mammaries and embraced me more tightly. I was naturally getting into a hopeless situation. Being unable to kiss me directly, he began to lick my wet cheeks and honestly the feel of his hot tongue on my slippery cheeks started making me significantly weak.

Mr. Mangeskar: Pyaremohan-ji, now you drag Anita under the shower and then do what is natural… like try to grab her breast and ass… Anita, you continue to struggle but make sure that you do not go out of the shower. That’s the laxman-rekha for you in this shot. Clear?

“…do what is natural…” – these words as if unlocked the flood gate for Mr. Pyaremohan and he really started behaving as if he was in the mood to molest me! He dragged me under the shower and I again started getting wet and taking the advantage of this very hot situation, he hugged me very tightly and forcibly moved my elbows off my breasts and pressed me to his body. I was getting weaker naturally as my breasts directly got pressed onto his chest and he was also scuffing and scratching my waist with his fingers; moreover, the shower water falling on my body made the whole situation more complex for me.

Mr. Mangeskar: That’s great Pyaremohan-ji! Carry on!

There was no need for any encouragement for this man and he was now more or less hugging me like my husband! My big boobs getting pressed fully on his chest and his flabby abdomen pushing my belly area. His hands had started measuring every part of my body and I felt his palms rested on my pumpkin ass. I could hardly struggle to get free because he was constantly keeping his lips very close to my face brushing every now and then my cheeks, nose, chin, and my lips too! Mr. Pyaremohan grabbed my ass very tightly, which made me gasp for air! And as I parted my lips, that man, like an eagle, invaded my tender lips.

Me: Aaaaaaaah!

Though I quickly moved my lips, but he was able to suck my lower lips for a couple of seconds. As I looked at him, he was smiling very wickedly as if trying to say “how long will you avoid me?”

Mr. Pyaremohan was giving me ass squeezes in a very different way, as in recent times I have had a number of these while in the ashram. This man was grabbing my ass flesh very firmly and was not releasing the flesh from under his palms for quite some time! This in effect was making me almost breathless the way he was extending the hold on my buttock flesh. His fingers dug in deep into my spongy ass cheeks penetrating my wet petticoat and panty. Surely I was extremely excited delivering this shot.

Mr. Mangeskar: Cut! Good job Pyaremohan-ji and Anita… I have taken good close ups of… of Anita’s gaand under siege! He he… Well, next I will take a few close up shots of your faces only! Anita you will just move your head to and fro avoiding Pyaremohan-ji’s lips, who is trying to kiss you. I will get this later in slow motion and will definitely be a great shot with the shower water falling on your face. Clear?

I was breathing very heavily now and my wet blouse had slid down significantly down my breasts and had exposed me very indecently. I had to stand in that outrageously sexy outfit in front of Mr. Pyaremohan. Mr. Pyaremohan moved his hands from my buttocks in the upward direction and held me at my waist for this shot. As he converged his face on mine, I started moving my head back and forth and he was obviously trying his best to smooch my lips! I could feel his deep warm breaths on my wet face and I was indeed getting weaker and weaker now due to this constant fondling! This went on for few seconds till the director shouted, “Cut”!

Mr. Mangeskar: Very well done! Okay… now let me explain what is to be done next. Anita, you will give one big jerk and Pyaremohan-ji, you will fall on the floor. Anita, you flee to the adjacent room and put the towel kept on the sofa as a cover for your breasts. Clear? I will also move out following you Anita with the camera.

I obeyed as was instructed and ran to the room and took the towel there and covered my breasts.

Mr. Mangeskar: Pyaremohan-ji, this shot is fully yours. You will now hasten through the toilet, bouncing the toilet door, and will try to catch Anita. In the process you will stumble and your lungi will fall open. You quickly restore it and come near this sofa and stop. Simple?

Mr. Pyaremohan nodded.

The shock of my lifetime was waiting for me as the shot started. Mr. Pyaremohan bounced the toilet door loudly and while running out tripped and fell on the floor and as he got up, his lungi fall open.

Me: Heiiiiiiiiiii!

I could not control my exclamation as I saw Mr. Pyaremohan was stark naked inside – as his lungi fall on the floor he stood absolutely naked in front of us! Most astonishingly, he was not wearing any underwear or brief!

My eyes obviously got attracted towards his erect lund and the thick black hairy bush above it. Mr. Pyaremohan’s lund was dangling in the air very awkwardly and he quickly stroked his lund once before wrapping it inside his lungi! I noticed his lund was already quite erect – obviously the effect of fondling me for so long.

Mr. Mangeskar: Good Pyaremohan-ji… this will produce a very good humor. Ha ha ha…

How could they show such male nudity in the ad? I could not resist myself from asking.

Me: But Mr. Mangeskar… I mean.. err… how can you show that in the ad?

Mr. Mangeskar: Show what?

Me: I mean.. he was err… he was not wearing anything beneath….

Mr. Mangeskar: Arre Anita, have you gone out of your head or what? Obviously I will camouflage that part where his lund is exposed.

Me: (still surprised) O!

Mr. Mangeskar: Well, the advancement of technology will help me do that! He he… Anyway, lets get along with our next shot. Anita, as Pyaremohan-ji approaches you, you start running round this sofa and he will chase you. You cry “Help! Help!” and run for three rounds and then Pyaremohan-ji grabs you and pushes you onto the sofa. Am I clear about the shot?

We both nodded. I was feeling rather at ease standing with the towel on my wet blouse in front of these two males; I at least remained somewhat covered!

But, not for long!