Adultery Amudha's Escapades Chapter 1,2,3,4, 5, 6, and 7 (COMPLETED)

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“If you are not comfortable with my style of working, we can do it some other time, Madam,” this time he sounded serious and professional, and began hooking my Blouse hooks again.  “It's not that Kumar, you should have told me that you were going to remove my Blouse,” as I exclaimed, “it's okay, Madam, I think you are not comfortable with my style of working, we can do it some other time,” he said in a serious way and began hooking all my blouse hooks.  “What happened, Kumar?!”, as I exclaimed, “I have hooked your blouse back, we can do this some other time, when you are comfortable with my style of working, Madam,” he said, in a serious tone.  “No, Kumar, it's not that.  Please try to understand, you are the first guy I am taking my pallu off for, that’s why I felt shy,”  I said, in a requesting tone.  “I understand, but I somehow have the feeling that you are not comfortable with my style of working,” as he was saying, “No, I AM, comfortable with your style of working, Kumar,” I said.  “Are you sure?” as he exclaimed looking to my Boobs over my Pink Blouse, and before even I could say “yeah,” he, in the name of removing my Pink Blouse Hooks, began grabbing my first Blouse hook with his thumb and index fingers of both his hands, and gently cupping my boobs with his other fingers of both his hands.  “Yeah,” as I exclaimed, “Madam, are you really comfortable with my style of working?” he whispered, and began grabbing my boobs over my Pink Blouse fully, “mmmmmmm….” a soft moan escaped from my lips, and bit my lips from moaning further and my hands automatically went on top of his hands which were grabbing my boobs over my Pink Saree.  “I don’t think so, you are not comfortable with my style of working, look how you are trying to stop me from working?” as he exclaimed, nicely squeezing my boobs over my Pink blouse, and looking at my hands over his hands, “Mmmmmmmmm.. Sorry, Kumar, out of shyness my hands must have come there,” I whispered and took my hands off and began placing my hands over his shoulders.  “Madam, you don’t have to say Sorry and all, come on,” as he exclaimed, nicely playing with my boobs over my Pink Blouse, and smiled at me.  “Then why did you get serious all of a sudden? That’s why I had to say Sorry and all,” as I said and playfully slapped his cheek, he began laughing and I began laughing, “come on, you,” he exclaimed and began hugging me by my waist and making my arms rest around his neck and began hugging him tight with my boobs in my Pink Blouse crushing against his chest.  Getting nicely hugged by this Tailor and his erect cock rubbing my thighs over my Saree, was driving me crazy and my pussy was all wet with my juices, aching for his cock inside me.  “I was just being professional.  When you did not cooperate with my style of working, that’s why I felt serious.  I felt like you were disrespecting me,” he whispered.  “If my intention was to disrespect you, why am I hugging you like this?” as I whispered, closing my eyes and crushing my boobs in my Blouse against his chest and feeling his erect cock rubbing all over his thighs over my Saree.  I was so horny that I almost felt like kissing his lips.  “Hmmmm… I understand, shall I remove your blouse now,” as he whispered, breaking the hug and resting his hands over my waist, and smiling at me, “sure,” I whispered, gently taking my hands off his hands of his neck and shoulders.  “Hmmmmmm… that’s good,” as he exclaimed and smiled at me, and as I smiled at him back, and all of a sudden, “just relax and let the professional take over from there, okay,” he said, taking his hands off my waist and placing them over my shoulders and squeezing them gently, and all of a sudden inserted his hands between my arms and grabbed my wet armpits over my Pink blouse and planted a kiss on my cheek and smiled at me.  That gentle kiss drove me crazy, and though I bit my lips when he kissed my cheek, when he smiled at me I managed to smile back.  “Shall I remove your blouse?” as he asked, with his hands still grabbing me by my armpits over my wet Pink Blouse, “you already have, you ugly B@stard..!” I almost said, but “sure,” I said.