12-02-2019, 10:38 AM
I saw Mrs. Yadav and Sanjeev left the dining hall and Mrs. Yadav looked more than happy to get this chance to be with Sanjeev one last time before he leaves. Everybody except Shilpa seemed to be looking at their departure path, which was underlined by Mrs., Yadav’s swaying hips under her tightly worn sari. Shilpa appeared to be unmindful, obviously still not out of her virginity loss episode and she must have hid that fact from her parents.
Guru-ji: Anita, you have not seen the small temple of their home-god, isn’t it?
I nodded negatively.
Guru-ji: It’s a wonderful small structure, worth seeing once. Kumar why don’t you show that to her by the time Sanjeev is back from upstairs?
Mr. Yadav: Surely Guru-ji. My pleasure. Come Anita.
I noticed Mr. Yadav suddenly had a big smile on his face and greeted me to follow him. Honestly at that moment the thought of Mr. Yadav’s dirty mind did not punch me at all. He walked slowly with his crutches and I followed him. We left the dining space and were out in the lawn and going to the back of their house. Now that Sanjeev and Mrs. Yadav were upstairs, Mr. Yadav and myself were going to the house-temple, I wondered what Guru-ji would say to Shilpa, as she is all alone now with him.
In no time, I realized that rather than thinking about Shilpa and Guru-ji, I should protect myself. The template was at the back of the house and I had to admit that it was a truly well crafted marble finished small structure with complex designs on the walls. Hardly did I finish appreciating the work in my mind that I felt a hand on my blouse-covered back as we were climbing the two to three steps into the mini temple. I looked at Mr. Yadav questionably.
Mr. Yadav: Just a little support Anita to climb the steps.
I had to allow that to this handicapped man, but he immediately started taking advantage of that. I could clearly realize he was feeling with his warm fingers my bare below-the-neck portion just above the blouse. I tried to redirect my mind off his touches and tried to concentrate on the temple carving. But as we entered the temple floor from the steps, I felt Mr. Yadav’s palm slowly creeping down my back over the thin fabric of my blouse tracing my right bra strap. I immediately turned at him and gave him a very firm look disapproving his moves. His hand stopped crawling right away and remained stationary over my back, but still over my bra strap.
Mr. Yadav: Anita, have a look at the roof now.
Me: Wow!
That was a spontaneous reaction from my mouth seeing the beautiful painting on the arched roof of this small room. As I looked up I realized his hand shifted down to the fold of my abdomen and rested there. Frankly I was feeling so uncomfortable now with a male hand touching the naked skin of my abdomen that I had to react verbally.
Me: What’s this? Stop this nonsense and…
Even before I could finish, I felt a full body weight on me and a very tight hug. It happened so unexpectedly that I could not even protect my boobs and they openly crushed and bumped in Mr. Yadav’s chest.
Mr. Yadav: Anita, my sexy darling.
Me: Ouch! You…
Mr. Yadav: Anita, I could not sleep yesterday the whole night thinking about you.
Me: Behave yourself. Aaaaaaaaaaaa! What are you doing?
I was struggling in Mr. Yadav’s arms and tried my best to move off his hands off my shoulder and waist. His face was so close to mine that his spectacles were touching my nose and his thick beard was giving me a tickling sensation, but his clutches seemed to be getting stronger by the moment and I vainly fought back within his arms. Mr. Yadav was very openly feeling my copious blouse covered mammaries on his flat chest and pressed me more and more towards him to enjoy the sensation of my firm heavy boobs on his upper body. He now stuck his lip out and was grazing my cheeks, lips, and nose as I tussled in his control. Suddenly I felt something poking in my abdomen and stinging me. I cried out.
Me: Ah! Take that out. Oh! It’s hurting me.
I soon realized Mr. Yadav’s wooden crutch was piercing my belly, as that rascal had to still hold to that for balance while hugging me. He adjusted a whisker so that the crutch did not poke into my belly anymore and kept his control on my body. We were in front of the deity within the mini temple and seeing no one was around, this disabled man utilized the opportunity to the fullest. Mr. Yadav shifted his position a bit to have my struggling hands under his complete control and was now embracing me in an extremely lewd manner. He was hugging me from the side, his right hand was holding me by my right arm and his left hand gripped my left arm and was now pressing onto my blouse. With his two legs, from the standing position, he pressed my left thigh and I was completely cramped. After a minute or two of struggling I realized very well that it was of no use; simply I did not have the physical strength to get rid of this animal.
Mr Yadav: Shhhhhhhhhhh! Anita, you are sooooooooooo sexy! Aaah!
If it was just an expression of his feeling, I would have still accepted that, but the old humbug simply released my struggling right arm and openly pinched and cupped by bulging left boob over my blouse and then to my utter disbelief kept on pressing it while kissing my cheek. He was trying to get to my lips, but I somehow prevented that.
Me: Uuuuuuuuuuuuu! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!
Guru-ji: Anita, you have not seen the small temple of their home-god, isn’t it?
I nodded negatively.
Guru-ji: It’s a wonderful small structure, worth seeing once. Kumar why don’t you show that to her by the time Sanjeev is back from upstairs?
Mr. Yadav: Surely Guru-ji. My pleasure. Come Anita.
I noticed Mr. Yadav suddenly had a big smile on his face and greeted me to follow him. Honestly at that moment the thought of Mr. Yadav’s dirty mind did not punch me at all. He walked slowly with his crutches and I followed him. We left the dining space and were out in the lawn and going to the back of their house. Now that Sanjeev and Mrs. Yadav were upstairs, Mr. Yadav and myself were going to the house-temple, I wondered what Guru-ji would say to Shilpa, as she is all alone now with him.
In no time, I realized that rather than thinking about Shilpa and Guru-ji, I should protect myself. The template was at the back of the house and I had to admit that it was a truly well crafted marble finished small structure with complex designs on the walls. Hardly did I finish appreciating the work in my mind that I felt a hand on my blouse-covered back as we were climbing the two to three steps into the mini temple. I looked at Mr. Yadav questionably.
Mr. Yadav: Just a little support Anita to climb the steps.
I had to allow that to this handicapped man, but he immediately started taking advantage of that. I could clearly realize he was feeling with his warm fingers my bare below-the-neck portion just above the blouse. I tried to redirect my mind off his touches and tried to concentrate on the temple carving. But as we entered the temple floor from the steps, I felt Mr. Yadav’s palm slowly creeping down my back over the thin fabric of my blouse tracing my right bra strap. I immediately turned at him and gave him a very firm look disapproving his moves. His hand stopped crawling right away and remained stationary over my back, but still over my bra strap.
Mr. Yadav: Anita, have a look at the roof now.
Me: Wow!
That was a spontaneous reaction from my mouth seeing the beautiful painting on the arched roof of this small room. As I looked up I realized his hand shifted down to the fold of my abdomen and rested there. Frankly I was feeling so uncomfortable now with a male hand touching the naked skin of my abdomen that I had to react verbally.
Me: What’s this? Stop this nonsense and…
Even before I could finish, I felt a full body weight on me and a very tight hug. It happened so unexpectedly that I could not even protect my boobs and they openly crushed and bumped in Mr. Yadav’s chest.
Mr. Yadav: Anita, my sexy darling.
Me: Ouch! You…
Mr. Yadav: Anita, I could not sleep yesterday the whole night thinking about you.
Me: Behave yourself. Aaaaaaaaaaaa! What are you doing?
I was struggling in Mr. Yadav’s arms and tried my best to move off his hands off my shoulder and waist. His face was so close to mine that his spectacles were touching my nose and his thick beard was giving me a tickling sensation, but his clutches seemed to be getting stronger by the moment and I vainly fought back within his arms. Mr. Yadav was very openly feeling my copious blouse covered mammaries on his flat chest and pressed me more and more towards him to enjoy the sensation of my firm heavy boobs on his upper body. He now stuck his lip out and was grazing my cheeks, lips, and nose as I tussled in his control. Suddenly I felt something poking in my abdomen and stinging me. I cried out.
Me: Ah! Take that out. Oh! It’s hurting me.
I soon realized Mr. Yadav’s wooden crutch was piercing my belly, as that rascal had to still hold to that for balance while hugging me. He adjusted a whisker so that the crutch did not poke into my belly anymore and kept his control on my body. We were in front of the deity within the mini temple and seeing no one was around, this disabled man utilized the opportunity to the fullest. Mr. Yadav shifted his position a bit to have my struggling hands under his complete control and was now embracing me in an extremely lewd manner. He was hugging me from the side, his right hand was holding me by my right arm and his left hand gripped my left arm and was now pressing onto my blouse. With his two legs, from the standing position, he pressed my left thigh and I was completely cramped. After a minute or two of struggling I realized very well that it was of no use; simply I did not have the physical strength to get rid of this animal.
Mr Yadav: Shhhhhhhhhhh! Anita, you are sooooooooooo sexy! Aaah!
If it was just an expression of his feeling, I would have still accepted that, but the old humbug simply released my struggling right arm and openly pinched and cupped by bulging left boob over my blouse and then to my utter disbelief kept on pressing it while kissing my cheek. He was trying to get to my lips, but I somehow prevented that.
Me: Uuuuuuuuuuuuu! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!
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