Adultery Guru Ji Ka Treatment by Mai Hu Na

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I did that and with Aslam chacha also helping me, we were able to drag her sari and petticoat from below her huge gaand also covered her thighs and legs so that she looked decent. Then he brought a bowl of water and sprinkled that on her face and after some anxious moments mami got back her senses. As if Hammer was beating within my heart because I was fearing if mami would smell a rat, but fortunately she did not realize anything, at least at that moment.

I am not aware if she realized that she was actually fucked by her neighbor while she was in the senseless state. I only noted that she spent some extra time in the toilet after getting back home that day. I am also not aware if an extra marital relation evolved for my mami after that incident, but even today when I see my mami, her vivid exploitation in Aslam chacha’s hands haunts my mind, as I was the only witness...

Deepak paused and there was almost pin drop silence in the room. My face, ears were all red and heated up listening to such a provocative story, that too from a young man’s mouth. My nipples inside my blouse were again getting hardened.

Master-ji: Enough of gossip and all. Let us now get along with the work Deepak. Madam, can we proceed?

Me: Yes Master-ji. Am ready.

Master-ji had finished cutting my blouse piece while doing markings on the cloth by that time and was again ready with the tape. Deepak also gladly took the notebook to write down my dress measurement figures as will be dictated by Master-ji. I stood up and walked to my previous position under the light.

Master-ji: Okay Madam, let's talk about your Maha-yagya skirt now.

Master-ji said the words so casually that my heart almost skipped a beat, as I very well realized that his hands would now be tracing my thighs and legs. Moreover, the encounter I had in Mr. Yadav’s residence with their servant wearing Shilpa’s skirt gave me an immediate internal alarm. I closed my eyes for a while, but thought that I was much safer here being with the tailor, but that person in Mr. Yadav’s den was simply a beast trying to molest me.

Master-ji: Madam, as per Guru-ji’s specifications, your skirt will be a pleated skirt. I hope you know Madam whats the difference between a pleated skirt and a plain skirt?

Me: Yes, yes. Pleasted means it will have folds throughout the circumference of the skirt.

Master-ji: Absolutely. I have to made the folds on the cloth by doubling the material upon itself and then stitching it into place. Its only tiresome for me Madam.

He smiled and I also smiled back.

Master-ji: But Madam… I mean, you might not be very comfortable with the.. err…

I was a bit surprised seeing Master-ji stammering and honestly could not make out what he was trying to indicate that I would not be comfortable with. I looked questionably at him.

Master-ji: I mean the skirt is not the normal length Madam. It’s a bit short.

I gulped. I thought in my mind - ‘short’? How short? Knee-length?

Me: How sh… I mean how short Master-ji?

Master-ji: Madam, its… its like a miniskirt.

Me: What?

Master-ji: I knew you would have problems with that. Actually that’s why I was hesitating to say.

Me: Miniskirt! At this age? Impossible.

I could not believe it. I was nearly 30 years of age. Married. And considering my developed figure, if I wear a miniskirt I would look no better like a saucy girl!

Master-ji: Madam, don’t get so scared. It’s not that short as you are thinking.

Me: That’s what I am asking you Master-ji, how short?

Master-ji: The problem is I can’t say that like this. The specification for the length of the skirt is 12 inches. Now, as you can understand, it would depend on the height and figure of the lady…

Me: Hmm. Hmm. I can understand. But… 12 inches – that’s nothing!

I almost screamed.

Master-ji: Madam, madam. We really have little to do in this regard. No one can overrule Guru-ji directives.

Me: Yes, that I also know. But…

I was simply stunned. What does this man say? I will wear a 12-inch-length skirt! With my 34”+ hips! I was flabbergasted.

Master-ji: Madam, instead of wasting time on this topic, lets complete the measurement and I assure you that I will get the skirt fitting for you as decent as possible.

I tried to recover from it and prepared my mind to be ready to wear that tiny thing.

Me: I know you are talking sense Master-ji, but please understand… I am a housewife and have never worn such skirts in my whole life.

Master-ji: I can understand. Have faith on me and I will guide you so that you are somewhat comfortable with it.

Me: How Master-ji?

Master-ji: Madam, see, this skirt will not cover anything more than your intimate parts, but if you can remember certain key things, you can still look reasonable.

Me: Like?

Master-ji: Madam, look the basic problem with miniskirt is the constant exposure, but if you are constantly wearing it, you will no longer feel that shyness. Do you agree?

Me: Yes, mostly true.

Master-ji: Madam, its absolutely true! Just like now. You do not move about in your house like this, not wearing a sari, isn’t it? But here you are in this state for quite some time now, and you do not feel the same shyness when you first got out of your sari. Right Madam?

I nodded though lowered my eyes in natural shame, as Master-ji reminded me the fact that I was still standing in front of two males clad only in my blouse and petticoat.

Master-ji: Madam, it’s the same for the skirt also. But the key point that you need to remember is to avoid unwanted peeps inside your skirt from the people around you.

Me: Hmm.

I replied like a shameless creature.

Master-ji: Madam, sometimes miniskirts can lead to upskirt depending on the way you are sitting in front of others. For exapmle, you have to be very careful if you are walking up the stairs, you must keep your body as straight as possible so that the person following you do not easily get the view of your bottoms. But if you naturally stoop while climbing the stairs he will be able to see everything.

I was till then listening to Master-ji with my eyes fixed on his face, but hearing the last sentence I had to move my eyes elsewhere.

Me: Master-ji, I got your point.

I wanted to put a full stop on further explanation from this old man. I saw Deepak was slightly smiling, which actually made me feel more ashamed.