Fantasy Wife in Mumbai Red Light Area

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Aslam went to where Menal was sitting, smiled and introduced himself. Menal had seen him talking to me and so she also smiled and said hello.

Aslam asked if she was enjoying herself and Menal again smiled shyly. Then Aslam said, "I think you are interested to see this place better. But this tea stall is not the right place for you. Please come with me."

To my surprise, Menal just got up and obediently followed Aslam. But she looked back to see if I was coming with her. I could see by her face she was scared, so I said, "Don't worry, everything's alright." Aslam winked at me and also told Menal not to worry, that he had spoken to me and knew what she wanted.

Aslam led my wife to a near by dirt lane. He reached out and held her hand as she followed him through the winding lane, me keeping close behind. I could hear them talking in whispers and Menal giggled and laughed at something Aslam said.

After a few more minutes of walking, I saw Aslam put his hand around Menal's waist, grabbing the fair bare flesh between my wife's blouse and petticoat. Menal did not say a word or show any resistance.

Aslam continued walking with his arm around Menal's waist and finally stopped at one of the brightest lit, most gaudy looking brothel houses. He told us to wait and went inside. After a while he came back with a lady whose name was Salma mausi, around 55 yrs old, the brothel owner and a former prostitute herself.

Salma mausi looked my beautiful wife up and down. She even went behind Menal and pressed her ass saying how juicy and thick it felt.

She asked my wife her name, to which she replied meekly, "Menal." Aslam whispered to me that he was sure from Salma mausi's face that she liked Menal very much and would pay anything to pimp her out at her brothel.

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