Me: I thought Master-ji that the undergarments we buy are machine-made.Master-ji: No Madam, not all. Some like these are hand-made too and these also ...are hand measured on different women.He paused for a second and continued.Master-ji: Madam since you are from the town, you feel shy seeing me take measurements like this. But believe me Madam, this actually gives a better fit to the blouse. If I give you an example, you might understand, there are so many types of toothbrush in the market, isn't. I knelt to look at her exposed pussy. I took a sniff and dared to touch them but her hands stopped me. "You start from the top." She told me as she place my hands on her breast. Soft. I thought. The softest things I've ever touch in my thirteen years of life back then. I fondled them and squeezed them. I pinched her nipples. She moaned. "Not too hard."I went back to her pussy, I tried running my finger along the lines of the lips and slowly pressed deeper. She bent down to reach for my cock and. "The Vet's report - the cows all passed the TB test - or did you ever bother to read it?" There was an ominous coldness in his voice which made Sandra shiver.Draining his coffee cup, he rose and headed for the door."W-would you care for some dinner? I've got..." Later!" he interrupted, "I'd better check on things in the dairy!" And before Sandra had a chance to reply, he was gone.Sandra stood stock-still. She didn't really know what kind of greeting she had expected from her husband, but she. “I am a real estate agent, just chilling out while t on vacation for a few days,” she replied. “How about you?”I admitted I was on a weekend jaunt with my girl-friend, but that we had some beer-inhibited issues and I was taking a break.“I understand,” she replied. “I can just chill by myself if you think I might be an issue for you.”“Oh no,” I replied, trying to hide a smirk. “I think I can handle the issue.”We stepped into the bar overlooking the lobby and the pool area. It was sparely.