Adultery Guru Ji Ka Treatment by Mai Hu Na

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Master-ji: Madam, don’t take it otherwise, but as I said at the start, if you were slim or your breast size was small or medium, this fitting would do with a very a minor alteration, but your size is 32+. Moreover, Madam, you are going to wear the strapless bra for the first time. So it becomes my duty as a tailor to alert you about the alter, otherwise you might land up in an embarrassing situation later.

Me: O… O… Okay Master-ji. I got you. Thanks.

I stammered to deliver a simple reciprocation, as it seemed a heat wave was running through my ears listening to this tailor.

Master-ji: Okay Madam. Give me a second to check the back.

Master-ji had inserted couple of fingers within the back of my blouse probably to check how much tighter it can be made. In the process I was getting a ticklish sensation as he was rubbing my exposed back. I realized he pulled the back of my blouse a little more with his fingers and I was pretty sure that if he peeped inside he surely could see my bra strap and hooks. Master-ji was dragging this session long as he continued manipulating his fingers within my blouse back, just on top of my bra strap. I was obviously uncomfortable and was feeling the itch within my panty again and shambled slightly. Master-ji was standing so close to me and since he was looking down my blouse back from a vertical angle, he in all probability could see my ass globes moving within my sari. I rebuked myself that I should stop this shuffling time and again as if giving measurement to the tailor for the first time!

Master-ji: Deepak, keep a note to shift the backstitch to half inch three threads to the middle.

Now Master-ji came to my front and I noticed, as he came, he was gently scratching his pelvic area. I giggled and blushed slightly, but simultaneously felt a delight that my curves were fiery enough to arouse even this old man nearing 60. He bent a little and his face was exactly in front of my firm boobs and he stretched the fabric of my blouse base with his left hand and inserted two fingers of his right hand exactly over my sternum and tried to create a gap between my skin and the blouse fabric. My blouse length was adequate and it reached at least two inches down from where my boobs ended. Thus as I got Master-ji’s fingers touching me in such a portion of my body, like any other matured woman, I trembled and closed my eyes for a moment.

Master-ji: Madam, take a long breath and deflate your stomach once.

I took a long breath and held the air within so that my stomach looked flatter. Master-ji obviously found it easier now to insert his fingers into my blouse base. Previously his fingers were unable to move much due to the tightness of my blouse, but now Master-ji was at least able to guide and move his middle and ring fingers up into my blouse. I could feel he was touching my bra and the bottoms of my bra cups. I was definitely getting excited and had to release the breath.

Master-ji: Oho Madam! You need to hold your breath for a little more time. Please do it again.

Undoubtedly my heart was beating fast as Master-ji’s fingers remained inside my blouse base touching my bra cups! I again deflated my stomach as much as possible taking a long deep breath. And Master-ji was again moving his fingers within my blouse touching my bra cup bottoms and gently pushing my firm tits from below. This went on for few seconds and once when he poked his finger into my bra cup feeling the firmness of it, I had to resign.

Me: Ouch!

I released my breath and almost by natural reflex action held his hand trying to remove it from my blouse. Master-ji looked at me with surprised eyes and I quickly controlled myself realizing that I have to allow this much during the measurement process. I very softly whispered “Sorry” to him and lowered my eyes timidly. Master-ji realizing my condition probably took out his fingers from my blouse bottom.

Master-ji: Deepak I will dictate Madam’s midriff, armhole, and choli length, you write it in that order.

Deepak: Okay Master-ji.

Master-ji took the tape from his neck and bent a little encircling the tape on my stomach. The cold tape almost gave a shiver on my bare stomach. Now he slowly pushed it up to the base of my blouse and measured my midriff. In the process, he again touched the base of my boobs making me very uncomfortable.

Master-ji: 24”.

Deepak: Midriff 24”.

Master-ji took the tape off my body and stood up from his slightly bent position.

Master-ji: Madam, please raise your left arm a bit.

I raised my arm in the air and Master-ji adjusted the elevation of my arm to the exact position, but I did not know why his touch on my skin was making ripples in my mind. I tried to smoothen my mind by arguing about his age, but felt my blood gushing rapidly through my vessels. Master-ji kept the tape on my shoulder and circled it into my armpit. I was rather surprised to note that, as my local tailor does the other way round. I mean he keeps the meeting point of the tape on my shoulder and the tape encircles my armpit. But Master-ji kept the meeting point of the tape into my sweaty armpit and was taking the measurement. I was feeling so edgy and tight because each time Master-ji adjusted the tape, he was touching with his fingers the damp spot on my blouse at my armpit.

I was getting rather anxious and apprehensive as I noted the tailor taking his face round the corner of my wet armpit for noting the numbers on the tape. From that close proximity, anyone could even smell my armpit!

Me: Oh My God! What is this man doing?

I muttered to myself. My posture almost froze noting Master-ji was actually sniffing my armpit!

Me: No, no. I am not mistaken. There. There again!

From Master-ji’s uplifted chin and nose movement, I could clearly make out he was actually inhaling the odour of moist armpit. Never in my life had I faced such an awkward situation that a male was directly sniffing my blouse-covered armpit! What shame!

Master-ji: Okay Madam, you can drop down your arm. Deepak, 10.5”.

Deepak: Armhole 10.5”.

Thank God. The sniffing did not go any longer. Now he shifted the tape to the middle of my left shoulder and fixed it there with his left hand exactly over my bra strap and dropped the lose end freely over my left breast. I was giving a free show of my cleavage all along, as the front neck depth of my blouse was quite deep.

Master-ji: Deepak, what is the normal choli length?

Deepak: Master-ji, it’s 14”-16”.

Master-ji: Good. But Beta, you should always keep the client requirements in mind too.

Deepak: What’s that Master-ji?

Master-ji: For example, your customer might want a short choli and in case she is unable to give her measurement, you should cut it to 12-13”. One inch is a big adjustment on female breasts, mind you. Again if the customer is modern and from the metro city, she might want a mini choli also. Here the choli length would range from 10-12” depending on her figure.

Deepak: Right Master-ji.

I was also a keen listener like Deepak to Master-ji’s class. Mini choli – that was a new term for me!

Master-ji: But Deepak, being a responsible tailor, your duty does not end only satisfying your customer.

Deepak: Then?

Master-ji: You should also alert her about the dress if the need is there. For example in the case of a mini choli, if the lady wears a normal bra, it surely would slip below the base of her short choli at her back. So your duty is to tell the lady that she should be careful to wear a close-fitting bra, tight enough such that it does not slip below her blouse hemline at her back.

Deepak: Right, right Master-ji. That’s a very valid point.