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This is a story of a woman Zeenat who told me this story when I met her in the course of her business and with some added imagination, a combination of reality and fantasy which contains adult content including prostitution, exploitation, virginity, voyeurism, exhibitionism, CFNM, masturbation, consumption of alcohol, public sex, vaginal fingering, cum eating, anal sex , and hand-jobs.etc
Woman around 27 years old. Married childless after 6 years of marriage. She and her husband were trying their best for a child with their full force But still she has not been able to become a mother .

Then she tried with her old boy friend and then with Mr Vijay Kumar to have a child but all her efforts were fruitless as ever. Then she went to Her sister who was blessed with a baby girl to assist her in raising her baby.

In her quest to have her own child she visits a ashram to take a special treatment. She was given Diksha and named Maya after Diksha.



In Part 16 you Read

Uday: Master-ji, our Madam is having some problem with her blouse, can you see if you can correct that.

Master-ji: But I right now I am busy taking measurements. It will take some time.

Uday: Okay Master-ji, she will wait for a while.

The tailor looked at me. His eyesight seemed to be weak, as he looked quite a while at me through his thick glasses. At that time another man came out of the house, he was middle aged, may be around 40, very thin, also wearing a lungi.

Master-ji: Ramlal take Madam inside. I am coming from toilet.


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Now Further

Uday whispered in her ears that Ramlal was Master-ji's brother, who helped him in his tailoring and that they can stitch a blouse in only a couple of hours. Since it took at least a week to sew a blouse by our town's ladies tailor, I was quite impressed hearing it.

Uday: Madam, I really have nothing to do here now. I would advise you to get a new blouse stitched by Master-ji. I will go to the village and pick you up from here in an hour.

Maya nodded knowing nothing what waited for her there and Uday was gone.

Ramlal: Come with her Madam.

His voice was very harsh and he looked rough too. He was ogling like most males at her upright breasts. He led her to a very small room. There was a sewing machine at the right side, a sari hanging diagonally on the left, and a heap of colored clothes. The room was undoubtedly humid, as there was no ventilation except the door. A dim bulb illuminated the room and a table fan was giving air. Since Maya came from outside, it took some seconds to get accustomed to the light and she noticed a girl was standing there also at one corner.

Ramlal: Sorry for the inconvenience Madam. There is not much space here. Master-ji will finish taking the measurements of this girl and then attend you. You sit on this stool till such time.

Maya was about to look intently at the girl who was standing at the corner of the room, but saying the above Ramlal forwarded her the stool, but kept on holding to that. She was rather irritated by his act, because if she sit now she will have to put part of her buttocks on his fingers and naturally she reacted heatedly.

Maya: What is this? How can I sit if you hold the stool like this?

Ramlal: Madam, don't get angry please. I am not sure if it can take your weight. Yesterday only one toppled and got hurt.

Maya understood and smiled on her own seeing the condition of the stool.

Maya: Yes, your stool looks like you in health.

The girl who was standing there also laughed at her comment. Ramlal of course smiled big like a rascal showing his teeth, but did not remove his fingers from the stool top and Maya had to sit on that as he was supporting it. She was conscious enough not to sit on his fingers directly, but the position was such, his fingers got partially pressed between her firm ass cheeks and the wooden tool as she sat. Maya was sure he must have enjoyed the roundness of this 27-year-old housewife, but the very contact of male fingers on her smooth bottom triggered her heartbeat. She promptly compelled him to leave the stool and adjusted on it herself.

Maya looked at the girl now. She was a teenager wearing a ghagra-choli. Clearly she was not wearing a bra and her nipples were quite evident through her thin blouse. Maya looked at Ramlal's eyes to see whether he was eyeing them, but was shocked to find he was instead eyeing her cleavage! Maya instantly adjusted her pallu, which was displaced, to conceal her cleavage and to stop the free show he was getting due to the two open hooks of her blouse. By this time Master-ji was back.

Master-ji: Madam, sorry to keep you waiting. I will finish within five minutes.

Then what happened in the next five minutes was more appalling and Maya had never seen such offensive thing done in a tailor shop in her life. Master-ji went up to the girl who came for a choli stitching and took all measurements with his hands, means stretching his fingers! There was no tape, though there was a measurement string. Maya was dumbstruck. Master-ji took all measurements starting from her sleeves, her shoulder, her back, her armpits, and obviously her twin cups with his fingers and Ramlal verified that with the measurement string and jotted down in a notebook. Maya noted that the girl was quite nonchalant in spite of continuous stroking and touching of her youthful boobs by Master-ji. Maya felt her heart would miss a bit when Master-ji took a measurement with his thumb poking exactly the girls' upright nipple and his middle finger touching her boob base.

The measurement was over soon and the girl went away. Now Maya had to ask the obvious to this tailor duo.

Maya: Master-ji, why don't you use the tape for measurement?

Master-ji: Madam, I have more faith in her hands rather than on the tape. I am stitching blouse for 30 years now and there has been little complaint from her customers. Madam, don't think since I stay here means I stitch only for villagers, My blouse go to the metro cities also. I also stitch undergarments for 10 years Madam, and I had no major complaints on such delicate things also. And all are done based on her finger measurements.

Master-ji seemed determined to convince Maya about his style of taking measurement.

Master-ji: Madam, look at your side to that heap. All those bra and panty would go to the cities and you would purchase that in attractive packs from shop. If this method was not correct, could I run this business for such a long time Madam?

Maya looked at the heap of colored clothes, which though she noted entering the room, but due to the dim light was unable to perceive what they were and moreover she came from direct sunlight from outside. Now visibility was clear and she noticed a heap of brassiere and panty of different colors.Maya really had no idea that these can be stitched as well like the blouse.

Maya: I thought Master-ji that the undergarments we buy are machine-made.

Master-ji: No Madam, not all. Some like these are hand-made too and these also are hand measured on different women.

He paused for a second and continued.

Master-ji: Madam since you are from the town, you feel shy seeing me take measurements like this. But believe me Madam, this actually gives a better fit to the blouse. If I give you an example, you might understand, there are so many types of toothbrush in the market, isn't it? Some with an angled top, some with curvy bristles, etc. etc., but Madam why so many variations? Because the toothbrush is not that flexible moving on our denture unlike our finger, which is so very flexible.

I was listening curiously now, though he was old and feeble, was explaining in a nice way.

Master-ji: Same is the case here Madam, tape is not the best tool to measure female anatomy. Fingers and hand flexibility is a better tool.

Maya was more or less convinced by Master-ji's narration and did not want to bother too much on this issue. Afterall, it's a just five minute measurement session.

Master-ji: Okay Madam. Let us come to your problem now. What is the problem with your blouse? This one also is sewed by me only.

Master-ji had a smile on his face now. Ramlal by this time was busy with the sewing machine stitching some cloth.

Maya: Master-ji though it is 36 size as per the ashram, the cups are too small for me.

Master-ji: Ramlal, give Madam a 38 size blouse to try out.

Maya was surprised that he did not even bother to see her blouse once to look for the problem.

Continued



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This story is not meant to offend or an attack on Muslims or Hindus or any of their Gurus or ways. it is my way of putting a twist for fun and enjoyment.

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