Adultery Army Jawan's Wife

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Jaya did not even speak a word with me and straight away went to the Undergarment Shop.  The undergarment shop was a small shop, with an attached trail room, and there were only two people, the owner, who looked like a middle aged man and a sales girl.  As Jaya started selecting from the variety of bras and panties, I started talking to the salesgirl in broken Telugu mixing with English, and she was telling him that she is from a poor family,  Srinivas Reddy came inside along with his driver.  Looking at Srinivas Reddy, the owner got scared, “Reddy Sir, can’t believe you are here.  Thank you for gracing this small with your presence. Sir,” as the owner said.  “They are my friends, and I am gonna pay for whatever they buy,” Srinivas Reddy said.  “Sure Sir.. Sure,” the owner said.  “Sir, you don’t have to pay for me,” as Jaya said.  “Anything for you, Jaya,” as Srinivas Reddy said, she started blushing and began selecting the undergarments.  As Jaya selected some bras and panties, “the trail room is there, Madam,” the sales girl pointed her finger towards the trial room.  As Jaya picked up all the undergarments she selected and went to the trial room, “Meena, you are not buying anything for you?” Srinivas Reddy asked in Tamil.  “No Sir, my brand is different,” I said.  “My God.!! I knew she was branded Bitch, Sir,” as the driver exclaimed in Telugu.  “Hey,” he said looking at the driver, and looked at the owner, “take your sales girl and wait outside,” Srinivas Reddy said in Telugu, to the owner.  As the owner started to leave his shop with his salesgirl, “close the door and wait outside,” Srinivas Reddy said, and as the salesgirl was about to leave, “you stay,” the driver said and made the salesgirl say.  The sales girl went and sat in the corner and started folding the bra and panties and keeping them inside the boxes.  “Meena, if you don’t mind, can you tell me what brand you use?” Srinivas Reddy asked softly.  “For a sexy bitch like her, any brand will suit Sir.” the driver exclaimed in Telugu.  “Pigeon Brand, Sir,” I said.  “My God, look at her lips, Sir, the whore is already driving me crazy,” as the driver said “Whore” in Telugu, it reminded me of Subba Rao, and the driver using the word “Whore” in Telugu to refer to me started making me feel horny.  “You are wearing a Pigeon brand bra inside this blouse, Meena?” as Srinivas Reddy asked looking at my blouse, “look at the Whore’s boobs, Sir, wanna remove her blouse and look at her bra now,” the driver said.  The driver calling me a “Whore” in Telugu, was getting me horny, “Yes, Sir, it's Pigeon,” I said to Srinivas Reddy.  “Are you wearing your panties inside, Meena?” as Srinivas Reddy asked, I could already feel that Srinivas Reddy was horny already, “My God, Sir, I can’t believe you are asking this Whore if she is wearing her panties inside.  Ask the Whore to remove her panties and give it to me, Sir,” the driver commented in Telugu.  “Yeah, Sir,” I am wearing my panties inside,” I said.  “My whore, I love you so much, can you remove your panties and give it to me?” the driver, who was crazy about me, asked me in Telugu.  “What is he saying, Sir?” I asked Srinivas Reddy, pretending that I did not understand Telugu.  “Nothing, Meena, just ignore him,” as Srinivas Reddy said, “sure Sir, I will ignore him,” I said and smiled at the Driver, but back inside I was horny, horny because of the way he was calling me a Whore in Telugu, just like Subba Rao used to call me and turn me horny.  “Ignore me all you want, Whore, but you can’t stop me from lusting for you, because you are the kind of Whore I always want to enjoy,” the driver said, looking at me with lust filled eyes.  Clearly the driver wanted me really bad, and he had started having a boner in his pants already.  “She is the kind of girl I always wanted to enjoy, Ramana,” Srinivas Reddy said in Telugu, looking into my eyes.  “Sir, spare this Whore for me, looks like the whore is born for me to enjoy,” the driver said looking right into my eyes and I was shameless enjoying their conversion and was getting turned on because Ramana the driver was calling me a Whore in Telugu.  “Ramana, I will enjoy her pussy and give it to you, and then you can enjoy her pussy,” Srinivas Reddy said in Telugu, which Jaya could probably have heard and slightly opened the trial room, “Sir?!” she called.  “Yes, Jaya,” as Srinivas Reddy turned his head around and said.  “Can you help me with wearing my bra?” Jaya said in a horny but a jealous tone.  Clearly she was jealous that Srinivas Reddy was going crazy about me.  To tease Jaya, “Jaya, shall I help you with your bra?” I asked.  She gave me a nasty look, “Sir, are you coming or not?” she said in a strict tone.  “Go have her, Sir, spare this Whore for me, I want to have this Whore really really bad,” the driver said in a desperate tone looking at me from head to toe.  The way the driver was going crazy about me was driving me crazy already and I was shamelessly getting my panties wet for him.  The more he was calling me a Whore, the more I was getting weak and despite his unattractive looks I was enjoying the looks he was giving.  “Meena, I will be right back okay?  We have a lot more to discuss and a lot to share, I am liking you already,” as he was saying, “Sir?!” Jealous Jaya called as she could not take him being crazy about me.  To make her more jealous, “I like you as well, Sir,” I said, which angered Jaya.  “Sir, ask the Whore, if she likes me as well,” as the Driver said, making me more horny.  “Meena, Ramana wants to know if you like him as well,” as Srinivas Reddy said, “Yes, I think I like him, he seems like a nice guy,” I said casually in Tamil.  “What is he whore saying about me Sir?” as the Driver asked, “She said she likes you, Ramana,” as Srinivas Reddy said, “my God, I knew the whore would like me Sir, like I said, this Whore is born for me to enjoy,” the driver said looking at my lips and licking his lips, as if wanting to kiss my lips.  The driver calling me a whore several times had made me horny and I shamelessly began enjoying the way the driver was lusting me.  As the driver was busy lusting me in my saree from head to toe, Jaya who was jealous already could not take it any more, realising that the owner was not there, she came out only in her blouse and petticoat and literally pulled Srinivas Reddy inside the Trial room almost stepping on the Salesgirl who was sitting quietly on the floor.