Liz had a lot of the same appeal as my mother. Porcelain skin, jet-black hair, and serious curves. In her case, those curves, though impressive, were ...certainly not cartoonish. For some, that would be a plus. Cindy also had nice curves, though they were distributed differently. She was a little fitter than Liz, less busty, with a smaller, tighter ass, if still one that was outsized relative to her frame. An ass-man would find plenty to like in Liz, but would probably find Cindy irresistible.. She knew my situation and had waited on my wife several times so there was no need to lie to her about being single etc.I noticed she had several tattoos on her body, not really appealing to me but all the same not offensive either. One I could read said Mistress! I often k**ded her about that one and she told me she used it in her other line of work. When I asked her what it was she just smiled and said someday you will see.I was there getting some stuff and as usual we had a small. Next day morning I took my car and reached her place. I called out to her eagerly and my intention was not teaching Rosy aunty driving but to make maximum advantage of her body. To my surprise she was wearing a hosiery churidar that day and I could clearly make out her body. She had no dupatta on and I could see that her milk pots were enormously rounded. She was very voluptuous and had 38 30 36 size. She asked what I was staring at and I replied that she had forgotten her dupatta. She said she. "He wasn't doing much for her ego. But that was the least of her problems and she knew it.She cringed as he approached her. He ignored her reaction, took her by the arm and led her to his desk. He moved some things around, making room for her. Then he lifted her up and sat her down with her butt right on the front edge. He ordered her to lean back, spread her legs and place her heels on the edge of his desk.She was crying loudly now. But she obeyed. She knew she had no choice.When she was in.