29-06-2023, 03:36 PM
As I was in the shower with hot water all over me and I soaping my neck, boobs, waist, pussy, ass cheeks, and ass crack, for a moment the thought of breaking the kiss with the Tailor and realizing that I was married and a mother of three sons, and slapping the Tailor hard on his face and verbally abusing him for manipulating me and kissing my lips, and picking up my blouse material and coming back home came to my mind. Though I started feeling that morally I had done the right thing, but as the hot shower began to relax me, it made me feel sorry for slapping the Tailor and verbally abusing him.
After all the mistake was on my side as well, instead of refusing to take my pallu off for measurement, I let him remove my saree pallu and let him touch my boobs over my Blouse and I was shamelessly getting turned on. Instead of not allowing him to grab my waist, I let him feel my waist up completely and I was shamelessly getting turned on. Instead of not giving him the permission to hug me, I let him hug me and shamelessly began feeling horny and began hugging him back nicely. Instead of not kissing his lips back when he started kissing my lips, I began letting him kiss my lips and enjoy himself and me being shamelessly horny began kissing his lips back and enjoying myself.
As I began to slowly realize the mistake was on my side as well, I started feeling sorry for the Tailor. “Men will be Men, Amudha, if they get a chance of course they will try to make the most of it, we women, should be cautious,” I said to myself. “But you should not have slapped him, Amudha,” I said to myself. “Yeah, how could he kiss my lips?” as I said to myself, “even you kissed him back. You enjoyed the kiss as well, and why are you complaining now,” I said to myself. “I enjoyed the kiss because he turned me on, it's his fault,” as I said to myself, “he turned you on because when he asked you for a hug, you agreed and when he began hugging you, you were hugging him back and enjoying yourself,” I said to myself. “I agreed for a hug because I trusted him and removed my pallu for him to measure my blouse,” as I said to myself, “trusted him? You were horny and took your pallu off for him the moment he asked you to and let him touch your boobs over your blouse in the name of measuring your blouse,” I said to myself. “He asked me to take my pallu off to accurately measure my blouse,” as I said to myself, “you took you pallu off the moment he asked you to because you were enjoying all the attention you were getting from him, and the way he was shamelessly ogling at you from head to toe turned you on,” I said to myself. “What do you want me to do now, I am feeling sorry for slapping him,” as I said to myself, “go to him tomorrow and apologize, that’s what you have to do,” I said to myself. “Okay, I will apologize to him tomorrow,” I said to myself and toweled myself and came out of the shower.
After all the mistake was on my side as well, instead of refusing to take my pallu off for measurement, I let him remove my saree pallu and let him touch my boobs over my Blouse and I was shamelessly getting turned on. Instead of not allowing him to grab my waist, I let him feel my waist up completely and I was shamelessly getting turned on. Instead of not giving him the permission to hug me, I let him hug me and shamelessly began feeling horny and began hugging him back nicely. Instead of not kissing his lips back when he started kissing my lips, I began letting him kiss my lips and enjoy himself and me being shamelessly horny began kissing his lips back and enjoying myself.
As I began to slowly realize the mistake was on my side as well, I started feeling sorry for the Tailor. “Men will be Men, Amudha, if they get a chance of course they will try to make the most of it, we women, should be cautious,” I said to myself. “But you should not have slapped him, Amudha,” I said to myself. “Yeah, how could he kiss my lips?” as I said to myself, “even you kissed him back. You enjoyed the kiss as well, and why are you complaining now,” I said to myself. “I enjoyed the kiss because he turned me on, it's his fault,” as I said to myself, “he turned you on because when he asked you for a hug, you agreed and when he began hugging you, you were hugging him back and enjoying yourself,” I said to myself. “I agreed for a hug because I trusted him and removed my pallu for him to measure my blouse,” as I said to myself, “trusted him? You were horny and took your pallu off for him the moment he asked you to and let him touch your boobs over your blouse in the name of measuring your blouse,” I said to myself. “He asked me to take my pallu off to accurately measure my blouse,” as I said to myself, “you took you pallu off the moment he asked you to because you were enjoying all the attention you were getting from him, and the way he was shamelessly ogling at you from head to toe turned you on,” I said to myself. “What do you want me to do now, I am feeling sorry for slapping him,” as I said to myself, “go to him tomorrow and apologize, that’s what you have to do,” I said to myself. “Okay, I will apologize to him tomorrow,” I said to myself and toweled myself and came out of the shower.
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