She feel shy to show that. After lots of “emotional atyachar” she came to me. I was getting mad. She was in black bra and panty in front of me. I ...was getting mad. I was about to touch her. She said “naa dada” I said please let me touch your boobs only she was very shy at that movement. Which she closed her eyes and for 1st time I feel her soft big boobs. It’s was great feeling, for 1st time touching an elder ladies private part. I came back to chair and ask her to lift her hands up. When she. "Mistress is watching," Emma assured her.A door near Linda opened and two more women entered, hold a third tightly by the arms. This woman struggled fiercely, but Linda was relieved to see Mistress' slaves had her well under control. The woman was barefoot, wearing a pair of white Capri pants and a tight, white t-shirt. Her long, gently permed hair and large, soft breasts flailed enticingly as she struggled. Linda found her breathtaking. She certainly understood how she'd captured Mistress'. John Wayne, Gary Cooper, Alan Ladd, Randolph Scott all became my idols. They never complained and never cried. Not like men today. My father would cry, he would weep, if he ran out of Ouzo.Adam was like one of those men come to life. A Real Life Hero and the first one I had ever known or seen. He wasn't a good looking man but neither were my TV heroes in those westerns. He looked real, not pretty. A Real Man.I was 27 or 28 ... maybe 29... its hard to remember all the details clearly now... when. My wife was flirting with him all the time and I was dying with anticipation. She started wearing saris in the evening when he'd be back from work. Tying the sari well below her deep navel she was actually forcing him to ogle her. She also kept exposing her tummy and left breast by wearing stiff saris. Her blouses were always tight, and after some encouragement from me, she stopped wearing bras when uncle was around. Several times, I caught him devouring my wife's body with hungry eyes, and I.