26-01-2022, 11:26 AM
**Part 9.**
Mr Arul stood up, walking towards the luggage bag. I heard the zip open as he crouched down and started to rummage through the clothing.
“What will she be wearing, Arul?”. I heard Dadi ask, he slowly moved towards the other rattan chair and sat down, placing his cup on the table beside the digital camera.
“We will start with something simple, Santosh Ji.”, he said as he pulled out a pair of blue jeans and a white shirt. “Come here, ma.”
I got up from the couch and stood beside Mr Arul, he was still bent over as he handed me the clothes. I glanced down at the bag, piles of clothes were neatly folded in various shapes and sizes. There was also inner wear, colourful bras and panties, bikinis and lacy tops. Mr Arul had come very well prepared. I really hoped I didn’t have to wear anything too revealing.
I took the clothes from Mr Arul and went into the guest room, locking the door behind me. I spread the top and the jeans on the bed. Alright, it didn’t look so bad, maybe I was overthinking this. I proceeded to change and looked at myself in the mirror. The jeans were tight, hugging my body and showing off the curves on my ass and thighs. Even the white shirt was clinging onto my body, I could see the outline of my black bra over the thin white cloth. I did look good, I thought to myself, letting my long hair down and posing a little bit in front of the mirror.
I unlocked the door and walked out to the living room. I could hear a conversation going on in the hall between Dadi and Mr Arul. They both stopped to look at me as I entered. Dadi was still seated on the rattan chair, with Mr Arul standing up beside him, fiddling with the camera. The camcorder still stood on the tripod, aimed at the couch.
“How does it fit, ma?”, Mr Arul asked, his eyes looking at the visible outline of the bra on my chest.
“The jeans is a little tight, uncle.”, I answered truthfully, looking down at the pants, then at him.
“Let me see.”
I came a little closer to him. Mr Arul put his hands on my hips, digging his right index finger in between my flesh and the tight jeans, his finger nail poking into my skin. “Yes, it is a little tight”, he commented to himself. He removed the finger, gently turning me around, placing both his hands on my ass. He knew he had the approval from Dadi as he had already did it once last week under my shorts. “Good. It looks firm”, he gently squeezed the meat, holding it tight. Giving my ass a little spank, “Go sit back on the couch, ma”, he said. Dadi was watching everything from his chair.
I slowly moved around the table and sat in the middle again. I saw the camera aimed at me and heard a click. Mr Arul looked at the photo he just took on the camera screen. “The lighting here is good.”, he commented again, looking at Dadi.
“That’s good, Arul.”, Dadi replied, smiling at us.
“Pose as you were just now, ma.”
I adjusted my right leg over my knee again, looking at the camera. *Click.
“Good, now smile at the camera.” *Click *Click. I heard the camera going off as he continued taking photos of me. I smiled slightly.
“That looks good. Put both hands on your knees and open your legs a little.”, Mr Arul looked up at me from the camera
I did as instructed, adjusting my body to his commands.
“Keep that sweet smile while looking at the camera”. *Click. *Click. *Click.
“Ok. Now lie down on the couch.”
I laid my body down on the couch. Lifting my legs up, looking at the camera again.
“Perfect.” *Click. *Click. “Lift your ass out a little bit, ma.” I lifted my ass, sticking it out. *Click. *Click.
Dadi’s eyes were watching my every move, his lips curled into a smile.
“Ok. Stand up. I want to take some full body shots of you.”
I stood up. Standing awkwardly in front of the two men.
“Spread your legs a little bit, tuck your fingers into the sides of the jeans.”. I followed accordingly. “Good. Now arch your back and purse your lips a little bit. Try and look sexy.”, Mr Arul said.
*Click. *Click.
“I know what would help.”, Dadi spoke out suddenly. Mr Arul stood in his place, camera in his hands. The both of us looked at Dadi. “Come here, Molu.”
Shit. What did Dadi want to do. I was following every single instruction, not wanting to anger him. I slowly walked towards him and stood in front; his face was close to my stomach. He slowly pushed my hands to the sides, and held onto the jeans buckle.
Mr Arul was watching Dadi’s every move. Dadi slowly unbuckled me, pulling the zipper down revealing the black panties I was wearing. The jeans opened up into a V shape, exposing my pubic area covered by the thin black cloth. He looked up at me, then at his friend. “Perhaps she could lift up her shirt as well, Arul?”
“Santosh Ji, that is perfect.”, Mr Arul readily agreed, his eyes locked on to my jeans. “Sit down again, ma.”. I could hear the excitement in his voice. Sigh. I sat back down on the couch, actually slightly relieved that the buckle was loose. It was starting to dig into my skin, I could feel my navel area was a little sore. I think the jeans was at least two sizes smaller than my usual fit.
“Lie down on your back. Lift up your top.”, he said, taking full opportunity of Dadi’s idea. Mr Arul had the camera aimed at me, but I could see his teeth from the big smile he was sporting.
“What… no…”, my mouth was dry as I tried to decline him.
“Follow what Arul says Molu. He knows what would work.”, Dadi said, his sentence more of a command than a statement.
I let out a long sigh, slowly pulling the white top up to my shoulder. I felt my breasts plop out, the thin black bra holding them in place pointing to the ceiling. I stared down in between my cleavage at Mr Arul, who had his mouth slightly open.
“Hold this pose. Look at the camera.”. *Click. *Click. “OK ma. Now I want you to pull the jeans down to your feet and insert both your thumbs into the panty line just below your belly button. I want it to look like you are just about to remove it.”, he was taking every opportunity he could in this situation. I looked at Dadi hoping for him to dismiss this idea. He kept quiet, watching me. His arms were folded on his chest.
I arched my back up, slowly pushing the jeans down to my feet and laid back, my legs a little spread. I slipped my thumbs into the black panty. I knew Mr Arul and Dadi could make out the outline of my fat pussy lips over the thin black cloth.
“That’s great. Really Good.” *Click. *Click.
Oh god. I really hope nobody I know will ever see these pictures.
**End of Part 9.**
Mr Arul stood up, walking towards the luggage bag. I heard the zip open as he crouched down and started to rummage through the clothing.
“What will she be wearing, Arul?”. I heard Dadi ask, he slowly moved towards the other rattan chair and sat down, placing his cup on the table beside the digital camera.
“We will start with something simple, Santosh Ji.”, he said as he pulled out a pair of blue jeans and a white shirt. “Come here, ma.”
I got up from the couch and stood beside Mr Arul, he was still bent over as he handed me the clothes. I glanced down at the bag, piles of clothes were neatly folded in various shapes and sizes. There was also inner wear, colourful bras and panties, bikinis and lacy tops. Mr Arul had come very well prepared. I really hoped I didn’t have to wear anything too revealing.
I took the clothes from Mr Arul and went into the guest room, locking the door behind me. I spread the top and the jeans on the bed. Alright, it didn’t look so bad, maybe I was overthinking this. I proceeded to change and looked at myself in the mirror. The jeans were tight, hugging my body and showing off the curves on my ass and thighs. Even the white shirt was clinging onto my body, I could see the outline of my black bra over the thin white cloth. I did look good, I thought to myself, letting my long hair down and posing a little bit in front of the mirror.
I unlocked the door and walked out to the living room. I could hear a conversation going on in the hall between Dadi and Mr Arul. They both stopped to look at me as I entered. Dadi was still seated on the rattan chair, with Mr Arul standing up beside him, fiddling with the camera. The camcorder still stood on the tripod, aimed at the couch.
“How does it fit, ma?”, Mr Arul asked, his eyes looking at the visible outline of the bra on my chest.
“The jeans is a little tight, uncle.”, I answered truthfully, looking down at the pants, then at him.
“Let me see.”
I came a little closer to him. Mr Arul put his hands on my hips, digging his right index finger in between my flesh and the tight jeans, his finger nail poking into my skin. “Yes, it is a little tight”, he commented to himself. He removed the finger, gently turning me around, placing both his hands on my ass. He knew he had the approval from Dadi as he had already did it once last week under my shorts. “Good. It looks firm”, he gently squeezed the meat, holding it tight. Giving my ass a little spank, “Go sit back on the couch, ma”, he said. Dadi was watching everything from his chair.
I slowly moved around the table and sat in the middle again. I saw the camera aimed at me and heard a click. Mr Arul looked at the photo he just took on the camera screen. “The lighting here is good.”, he commented again, looking at Dadi.
“That’s good, Arul.”, Dadi replied, smiling at us.
“Pose as you were just now, ma.”
I adjusted my right leg over my knee again, looking at the camera. *Click.
“Good, now smile at the camera.” *Click *Click. I heard the camera going off as he continued taking photos of me. I smiled slightly.
“That looks good. Put both hands on your knees and open your legs a little.”, Mr Arul looked up at me from the camera
I did as instructed, adjusting my body to his commands.
“Keep that sweet smile while looking at the camera”. *Click. *Click. *Click.
“Ok. Now lie down on the couch.”
I laid my body down on the couch. Lifting my legs up, looking at the camera again.
“Perfect.” *Click. *Click. “Lift your ass out a little bit, ma.” I lifted my ass, sticking it out. *Click. *Click.
Dadi’s eyes were watching my every move, his lips curled into a smile.
“Ok. Stand up. I want to take some full body shots of you.”
I stood up. Standing awkwardly in front of the two men.
“Spread your legs a little bit, tuck your fingers into the sides of the jeans.”. I followed accordingly. “Good. Now arch your back and purse your lips a little bit. Try and look sexy.”, Mr Arul said.
*Click. *Click.
“I know what would help.”, Dadi spoke out suddenly. Mr Arul stood in his place, camera in his hands. The both of us looked at Dadi. “Come here, Molu.”
Shit. What did Dadi want to do. I was following every single instruction, not wanting to anger him. I slowly walked towards him and stood in front; his face was close to my stomach. He slowly pushed my hands to the sides, and held onto the jeans buckle.
Mr Arul was watching Dadi’s every move. Dadi slowly unbuckled me, pulling the zipper down revealing the black panties I was wearing. The jeans opened up into a V shape, exposing my pubic area covered by the thin black cloth. He looked up at me, then at his friend. “Perhaps she could lift up her shirt as well, Arul?”
“Santosh Ji, that is perfect.”, Mr Arul readily agreed, his eyes locked on to my jeans. “Sit down again, ma.”. I could hear the excitement in his voice. Sigh. I sat back down on the couch, actually slightly relieved that the buckle was loose. It was starting to dig into my skin, I could feel my navel area was a little sore. I think the jeans was at least two sizes smaller than my usual fit.
“Lie down on your back. Lift up your top.”, he said, taking full opportunity of Dadi’s idea. Mr Arul had the camera aimed at me, but I could see his teeth from the big smile he was sporting.
“What… no…”, my mouth was dry as I tried to decline him.
“Follow what Arul says Molu. He knows what would work.”, Dadi said, his sentence more of a command than a statement.
I let out a long sigh, slowly pulling the white top up to my shoulder. I felt my breasts plop out, the thin black bra holding them in place pointing to the ceiling. I stared down in between my cleavage at Mr Arul, who had his mouth slightly open.
“Hold this pose. Look at the camera.”. *Click. *Click. “OK ma. Now I want you to pull the jeans down to your feet and insert both your thumbs into the panty line just below your belly button. I want it to look like you are just about to remove it.”, he was taking every opportunity he could in this situation. I looked at Dadi hoping for him to dismiss this idea. He kept quiet, watching me. His arms were folded on his chest.
I arched my back up, slowly pushing the jeans down to my feet and laid back, my legs a little spread. I slipped my thumbs into the black panty. I knew Mr Arul and Dadi could make out the outline of my fat pussy lips over the thin black cloth.
“That’s great. Really Good.” *Click. *Click.
Oh god. I really hope nobody I know will ever see these pictures.
**End of Part 9.**
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