Adultery Guru Ji Ka Treatment by Mai Hu Na

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Deepak had to stop now. He for the last time stretched his both palms fully under my skirt and cupped my full gaand and felt its size and plumpness. I stood straight, but was feeling very uncomfortable, as Deepak had ignited again new sexual desires in me by his acts. As a natural reflex action, I straightened my skirt over my gaand with my right hand and also adjusted my blouse and bra so that my milk jugs look somewhat concealed.

One thing was playing in my mind after what I experienced just now and in fact I was scared about my rear upskirt due to any stooping during the Maha-yagya.

Master-ji: Madam, the next posture is squatting, but there is no way you can accept that posture wearing this small skirt. Do you agree?

Master-ji was smiling naughtily. I just nodded.

Deepak: Madam, if you really need to crouch in front of anyone, its better that you open your skirt and then sit on your heels.

Master-ji and Deepak roared out in laughter sensing my humiliation. I stood dumb and continued to act shamelessly as if trapped in that room.

Master-ji: Madam, same applies for climbing stairs also, as you can very well understand that if you walk up the staircase wearing this skirt ahead of any person, without a doubt you are inviting him for a free show. I hope you…

Me: Yes Master-ji. I realize it. Hopefully I will not have to face it.

Deepak: Yes Madam, you know why?

I looked blankly at Deepak.

Deepak: Because… because there are no stairs at all in the ashram. Ha ha…

This time we all expressed amusement and laughed loudly. Honestly I was feeling a bit normalized also. My taut blouse got a bit of relief as I breathed easy.

Master-ji: So the last one is the lying posture. Madam, now that you are quite aware and conscious, I want you to lie on the bed on your own.

Me: O… Okay.

Master-ji: Madam, mind you, we will stand to that side.

They went towards the side of the couch where my legs would point once I lie on the bed. I sat on the bed and instantly realized that the cold bed sheet was touching part of my naked ass outside my panty – the skirt was so short! I kept my legs together, as straight as possible, and lifted them on bed. Master-ji and Deepak were looking at my waistline and I was trying my best to save my dignity, but could realize that it was impossible to keep my panty under cover. I could see my skirt mounting up my silky thighs almost to my groin and I quickly stretched it with my right hand. But as I lied down on the bed, I had to fold my legs just to some extent and I was sure at that time both the males who were standing down my legs got a good peep into my panty.

What a shame!

Myself being a housewife… What am I doing! Flashing time and again my panty to my tailors! My husband would definitely get a heart attack if he saw me lying on bed like this wearing the tiniest of skirts with two males trying to peep in my panty!

Master-ji: Great Madam! You are now quite prepared about how to go about the Maha-yagya wearing this dress!

I got up from bed and was thinking to get out of this skirt immediately and at last wear my sari, as I thought my measurement session along with this extra thing must have been over, but...
I missed something, very important. In fact I was missing the only aspect benefitting me!