30 ka tha jis ki waja sai sai chachi bahir sai lock lagwa daiti thin takai woh raat ko aajen chachi dikhnai main itni khas tu nahin hain but unka figu...re gazab ka hai 40 42 40 hoga moti moti gand motai motai dodh gazab ki cheez thin mera unkai han aana jana tha main aksar unkai bachon ko khilanai kai bahani sai jata tha dopeher main es waja sai woh porai ghar main mujh sai he ziada free thin or main un sai main aksar baton baton main unkai gaal pakar kar kehta tha chachi u r so sweet yeh sab. After 5 min, a 20-year-old north-east girl entered with a tray full of things, like oil, cream etc. She was wearing a black polo t-shirt and jeans, looks like they have a dress code the parlour. After switching off the light she started directing me to the lady down on the table, face down and started a cream massage. Room was almost dark and she was pretty good in that, with right pressure at the right spot. After 10 minutes I changed position to ultra, now I can see her face pretty well. I. We were all told that we were to do everything we were told to do without question.we were told to undress and stand in a line where we were all invasivly inspected by an older woman of about 60 .after this she administered to each of us a large glysterine suppository and led to a row of toilet pans and instructed to stand in front of the pan .i looked down the line and watched as my fellow companions started to squirm as the suppositories started to scour our bowels and colons .after what. " Selma paused for a while as if she had something she wasn't saying. "Emma, have you ever just wanted sex. Nothing more than that, just sex." "Yeah, I guess," I replied, slightly dimming down the fact I want it practically all the time. "I just feel really horny. Do you think you could help?" For a moment I didn't know what to say. Was this really happening? Did she mean what I think she meant? I've imagined this moment so many times. I'm straight and so is Selma but I'd always fantasised.