After about five minutes, she suggested, although the tone was more an order, "Clara, if you took off your shirt I could give you a much better massag...e."Clara considered this. It was one thing to get a massage by a woman; it was another to get one without a shirt on.Layla, sensing the shy MILF's indecision, pointed out, "Clara, if you were at a masseuse you would be in only your panties. And I am trained in the art of massage."That seemed logical to Clara and she took off her shirt, with just a. She told her name was “Asha”. She use to stay nearby RT nagar and was working in a software company.We were talking casually I noticed she was looking somewhat tensed I asked Asha was she fine? She said “Hmm”. But I could sense something was bothering her I again asked her what is the matter she then said that “I need to pee very badly” I smiled a bit then I said you can pee here no one is here and it’s raining and I’ll turn my face she can pee. She said no and was hesitating to do so but it. Wendy picked up some clothing for later in her pregnancy. She picked up some other clothing. One outfit was a mini-dress. With heels, she looked devastating! If she hadn't already been pregnant, she would have been after I saw her in that dress! She told me that she wasn't sure she would ever wear it when anyone else could see her. It was very short. She couldn't quite sit on it!We enjoyed each other and didn't make a big effort to find people. It was like a hangnail. You noticed it when it. ’ Hans walked towards the door. Halfway, he stopped, turned and smiled at her. ‘And no panties! They are only for nightwear.’ ‘Yes, Master.’ In the bathroom, Emma looked at herself in the long mirrors. Her buttocks looked less rosy, but the angry wheals around her body seemed just as angry. Tenderly, she anointed them while the bath filled. After extracting the vibrator, she sank gratefully into the warm soapy water, and softly bathed herself. Twenty minutes later, pink from the warm water, her.