girl open his clothes and lay them back around Papi’s brown and purple stem. She muttered to herself as she trailed her fingers up and down the teacher’s shaft.
It felt exciting to watch the girl’s head bowing into his lap and her mouth swallowing up the rigid sex. For once Sherry could watch, learn, criticise. The girl worked enthusiastically, her hands deep in Papi’s clothes, holding his dependents and burrowing under him. She nodded her head vigorously. Papi leaned back against the wall and his eyes closed behind his glasses. Sherry watched his face with fascination. He had an expression of effortless calm that did not change when the girl’s movements accelerated until she drank deeply of his essence.
His eyes opened again as the girl placed her palms together and bowed, and he returned the gesture. He reached out to touch the girl’s forehead and she got up to leave.
Now he turned his attention to Sherry and Ranji. “Welcome, Little Sisters, welcome.” and he gestured for them to sit in front of him. “New clothes again, Ranji?” He smiled. “Rati must be fond of you, and you too, Sherry. Every week you come here, you are more woman. The Goddess is smiling on you too.”
Sherry felt embarrassed at her top’s transparency and the fact that her nipples had again betrayed her, but Papi Bombar took no notice of her breasts. Something else was troubling him.
“Sisters, Singapore is a difficult place for people who are not Chinese. You know this yourselves. The Government is fair to us, and protective. Still, there are some people who are not. These are the people who do not care for the Gods, ours or their own. Nor do they worry about their return in future lives. They think only of today and of money.” Papi paused to look at them. They did not know where this was leading.
“One of these people is Yhee Lu Pat.”
Ranji took a sharp intake of breath. She at least had heard the name before. “Who is that?” Sherry asked.
“A bad man, Sherry,” said Papi Bombar. “He makes money from bad things. From drugs, by smuggling people from China into Malaysia, by selling children. Unfortunately, now we need his goodwill and the ashram does not have money to pay this man. So I am asking you, my Little Sisters, to help our ashram. Help us by going to this man and begging for his assistance.”
Papi avoided their eyes. Sherry looked at Ranji who pursed her lips and gave a little nod. They would help.
Ranji came by taxi to pick her up next day. She wore jeans and a tee shirt, and carried a small suitcase. Sherry was ready to go and wearing what she thought of as her working clothes, but Ranji still had to dress. Sherry took her up stairs and stayed to watch the fun.
Ranji threw her jeans and shirt onto the bed and was left nude to fight with the lock on her suitcase.
“Ranji! You’re beautiful,” said Sherry in surprise.
Ranji immediately stopped trying to open the suitcase and stood up. “Really?” she asked, “You don’t think I’m too fat?”
Sherry had always known that Ranji was no skinny waif. Her yoga clothes never concealed her generously unfashionable hourglass curves, but Sherry had not seen her completely nude before. Now, naked apart from her jewellery, she showed Sherry what she showed her lovers.
Sherry envied her smooth chocolate colour, unbroken by tanning marks. Ranji smiled as she stood there, one hand lifted uncertainly to touch her full, round breasts. Her gesture drew Sherry’s eyes to them. They looked almost too big for her shoulders. Her areolae were large wrinkled discs, very dark, almost black, with long proud nipples. Below her breasts, her figure tapered to a narrow waist before flaring widely over her hips. She had a soft and round tummy, and there, nestling between the tops of sturdy thighs, she hid her sex. Her mound looked fat and generous like the rest of her, and completely hairless. Its smoothness made it look intriguing, tempting, shy and vulnerable all at
It felt exciting to watch the girl’s head bowing into his lap and her mouth swallowing up the rigid sex. For once Sherry could watch, learn, criticise. The girl worked enthusiastically, her hands deep in Papi’s clothes, holding his dependents and burrowing under him. She nodded her head vigorously. Papi leaned back against the wall and his eyes closed behind his glasses. Sherry watched his face with fascination. He had an expression of effortless calm that did not change when the girl’s movements accelerated until she drank deeply of his essence.
His eyes opened again as the girl placed her palms together and bowed, and he returned the gesture. He reached out to touch the girl’s forehead and she got up to leave.
Now he turned his attention to Sherry and Ranji. “Welcome, Little Sisters, welcome.” and he gestured for them to sit in front of him. “New clothes again, Ranji?” He smiled. “Rati must be fond of you, and you too, Sherry. Every week you come here, you are more woman. The Goddess is smiling on you too.”
Sherry felt embarrassed at her top’s transparency and the fact that her nipples had again betrayed her, but Papi Bombar took no notice of her breasts. Something else was troubling him.
“Sisters, Singapore is a difficult place for people who are not Chinese. You know this yourselves. The Government is fair to us, and protective. Still, there are some people who are not. These are the people who do not care for the Gods, ours or their own. Nor do they worry about their return in future lives. They think only of today and of money.” Papi paused to look at them. They did not know where this was leading.
“One of these people is Yhee Lu Pat.”
Ranji took a sharp intake of breath. She at least had heard the name before. “Who is that?” Sherry asked.
“A bad man, Sherry,” said Papi Bombar. “He makes money from bad things. From drugs, by smuggling people from China into Malaysia, by selling children. Unfortunately, now we need his goodwill and the ashram does not have money to pay this man. So I am asking you, my Little Sisters, to help our ashram. Help us by going to this man and begging for his assistance.”
Papi avoided their eyes. Sherry looked at Ranji who pursed her lips and gave a little nod. They would help.
Ranji came by taxi to pick her up next day. She wore jeans and a tee shirt, and carried a small suitcase. Sherry was ready to go and wearing what she thought of as her working clothes, but Ranji still had to dress. Sherry took her up stairs and stayed to watch the fun.
Ranji threw her jeans and shirt onto the bed and was left nude to fight with the lock on her suitcase.
“Ranji! You’re beautiful,” said Sherry in surprise.
Ranji immediately stopped trying to open the suitcase and stood up. “Really?” she asked, “You don’t think I’m too fat?”
Sherry had always known that Ranji was no skinny waif. Her yoga clothes never concealed her generously unfashionable hourglass curves, but Sherry had not seen her completely nude before. Now, naked apart from her jewellery, she showed Sherry what she showed her lovers.
Sherry envied her smooth chocolate colour, unbroken by tanning marks. Ranji smiled as she stood there, one hand lifted uncertainly to touch her full, round breasts. Her gesture drew Sherry’s eyes to them. They looked almost too big for her shoulders. Her areolae were large wrinkled discs, very dark, almost black, with long proud nipples. Below her breasts, her figure tapered to a narrow waist before flaring widely over her hips. She had a soft and round tummy, and there, nestling between the tops of sturdy thighs, she hid her sex. Her mound looked fat and generous like the rest of her, and completely hairless. Its smoothness made it look intriguing, tempting, shy and vulnerable all at
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