As my boobs had become the size of melons and a narrow waise was supported by lovely hips. I started feeling hot and itchy in my pussy. Maneesh was my... neighbor in village home. He had a strong physique and muscular body. My heart throbbed on seeing his muscles and I knew he also loved to watch my body.We had our houses in a big compound. One of the buildings housed my family and in another house lived Maneesh along with his seven brother, mom dad.One day when I was taking bath in my house. I. It was as she passed him that she set her trap when she dropped her books, ‘accidentally’ of course. As she expected, the young man moved from his chair instantly and began to pick the books up. “Oh, your Highness, let me help you,” he said as he did so.“Thank you very much,” said Sharifa, “I’m afraid I don’t know your name,” she lied, trying to sound embarrassed.“Martin, Martin Hamilton, your Highness.”“Well Martin. I’m in your debt.”“Oh, it was nothing, your Highness...”“Nonsense, Martin. I’d. As our lips parted we stood gazing at each other and finally he started to speak. “I had to know baby, and this seemed like the only way to be sure. I’m so sorry please forgive me?” I couldn’t speak, I was overwhelmed by the strength of my own feelings. My only response was to take his hand in mine as I led him into my home. Neither of us spoke a word as we climbed the stairs to my bedroom, both appreciating the magnitude of what we were admitting. When we reached the bedroom we stood at the. “I guess you will just have to trust me”. I gulped. I could not resist. I asked for his room number. I wrote it down. I told him I would only come there for a massage. He said, “I understand”. Hmmm.I hurried thru closing, and freshened up as best I could in the restroom. I then drove to Bill’s hotel. The whole time I am thinking to myself, what am I doing? I could not resist. I began to talk myself into this. I would never have to see this man again, so I should just enjoy this. .