Occasionally a woman will look enviously at my attire. A few have eventold me they like the outfit I am wearing. I love that sort of remarkfrom "anoth...er" lady Most probably realized that I am not the woman I tryto appear. I like men opening doors for me or being called madam when Iam dressed other than as a maidservant. While I hate men because I lovemy Mistress so much. I secretly revel in their treating me like a goodlooking woman sometimes touching or patting me on the bum. I know theycan. I starting moving my other hand on her boobs while the other was in her panties fingering her. I started pressing her boobs and my heart beat started to increase and became faster and she moaned a bit. She didn’t react much thinking this as signal i moved towards her lips for kissing and she suddenly came to her senses that her husband was at wedding. She opened her saw me with a shocking look and started resisting me. I thought it was now or never and lip locked her. She tried to push me but. Mr. Batra stood speechless for a second but being a woman’s man, he corrected his posture and said: “Ah Ashok is busy with a project but since it’s dinner…”“Geeta”, he called. “Go and tell Ashok his wife is here.”“Sure”, the lady replied annoyingly.“Come with me”, Mr. Batra started walking towards his office. “You can wait in my office.”The office was marvelous. Savita stood in awe admiring the interior design. Looking at her sparkling face, Mr. Batra said, “This office happens to be a small. It was incredibly sexy and something I'd never imagined myself doing. Washing another woman's tits and taut stomach, sliding my soapy hands all over her front while I worked my own body against Loren's back. I was sliding around, up and down slowly, feeling my hard nipples burn with excitement and my pussy was melting inside. I was intensely excited by this and I realized that the reason, as much as anything else, was the fact that we were being watched. Six other women were in there with us,.