"Ab tak jab iss ghar me koi aurat nahi thi, toh hum Kiya karti thi ye, Bade Thakur Sahab bhi hamein maa ke saman mante hai isliye hum ye kaam karte hai, lekin jab tum aa gyi ho, ab sab aache se seekh lo."
[As this house didn't had any women till now, so I used to do all these things, Bade Thakur Sahab considers me as a mother too so I I used to do all these work. But now that you are here, learn all these by heart.]
She says as the wrinkles around her eyes shrink more. The rope on her hand moves fast and steady as the cream separates.
I sit near to her taking in every detail of the process. She upon separating every thing puts the cream in a pot and stirs it till the Ghee starts forming. She then takes a bowl and adds some ghee and maybe camphor to it.
"Thakur Sahab ko Ghee me Kapur ki mehek acchi lagti hai."
[Thakur sahab likes the smell of camphor in Ghee.]
I nodded and proceed to the room.
It was already around 7 and he was now ready after the bath. His body covered in a towel as he sat on the chair.
"Yeh Dai maa ne diya hai apke sharir pe lagane ke liye."
[This dai maa gave to apply on your body.]
He Sit extends his hands forward for me to hold. I moved to him and he pulls me to him and I land on his lap thanks to the container that it has a lid. He hold me closer with his arms around me.
"Ye lagane dijiye warna aap Pooja karne ke liye kaise jayenge?"
[Let me apply this or how will you go for Pooja?]
He nuzzles deepr on my neck for a while and after a good nibbling and sucking leaves me. I separate him from me and stand up. I look at him in a warning way and he obediently sits down.
I moved to him, he upon seeing me so determined, nods his head and I sit beside him and apply the Ghee on his body.
I take the now a little warm ghee on my fingers and rub them on my palms and massage his back. I moved my hands again on his arms and lower back.
After I'm done I moved to his front and sit in front of him and take a generous amount on my palms.
I start rubbing my parm all over his chest and tummy, I was fully focused on my work and started giving a good massage on his fronts. As I was applying ghee on his body his eyes squeezed tight
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The Disabled Thakur's Wife (18+)
FantasyA 'slut' of a 21 year old Nidhi is married to the disabled thakur, who is paralysed below his waist. What will happen when her sexual frustration will heighten and she starts seeking ways for her pleasures.
