Before she placed my hand on her leg and teasingly guiding my hand up and down her silky thigh.“What's wrong has the cat got your tongue, forgive bu...t I'm feeling rather chuffed with myself after closing the deal this morning?” Momentarily I was speechless, I looked at Mrs T,I looked into her hot smiling eyes, as she glanced at my lips.I was nervous, almost shaking and feeling so incredibly lucky.It was as if my entire life had went into slow motion, it was so unreal, our lips touched.Gently at. FUCK MEE DARLING...YOU OWN MEE...USE MEEE...USEEE ME LIKE A WHOREEE...FUCK ME LIKE A REAL MANNNN...IM ALL YOURSSSS BABBYYYY!!" Vanessa screamed in pleasure."You fucking whore...begging me now to fuck you...like some slut...I fucking own you now bitch!" He exclaimed."YESSS...YOU OWN MEEE...STRETCH THAT MARRIED PUSSY WIDEEEE OPEEENNNN...MY PUSSY BELONGS TO YOUUUU...OOOHHH...AAHHHH...AAGHHHHH...CUMMINNNGGG...IM CUMMINGGG ALLL OVER YOUUR COOCCKKKK!!" Vanessa screamed and came hard.Her body jerked. She walked about the bar, allowing each man to get a good look at her while Eugenia spoke. ‘Backdoor Betty’s specialty is taking it up the rear, of course. And what a fine rear it is, isn’t it? What do you think, men?’ The men all cheered in agreement as Betty awkwardly moved about, trying to remember the ‘sexy walk’ Eugenia had taught her—arch the back, rotate the thighs with each step, keep hands on hips. Her short skirt left little to the imagination, and she knew that the lower half of her. So, I was pretty excited because of the idea of having different women come in and get their sarees stitched. Maybe I will get to take the measurements! I thought to myself.We stayed in Mumbai, Malad to be precise where there was always a demand for sarees in the nearby localities. Mom got a few orders from a few friends to do basic stuff like fall beading and tailoring blouses.The business was off to a steady start but we were barely making enough profit. We needed to come up with something.