Tushar called a cab for himself, before I prepared to go to Miss Mehra’s. I drove my way to her home.I rang the bell. The door got opened by a skinn... short guy at the other end. He seemed to be in his early forties. He had a loose T-shirt and some short boxers in the bottom without any underwear. He seemed to be two inches shorter than me. Before I could say anything, Mrs. Mehra appeared from his back.“Oww, Mistress is here!” She came up on her toes and hugged me. I leaned down to hug her back. She was wearing a lycra sports bra and lycra short shorts.“Where do we start?” I asked.“A little stretching to start with, just do as I do Emily.”I did, feeling my shirt drop away from my tiny tits as I bent forwards. The neck of the shirt is low on me but I didn’t think that anyone would be able to see my tits as I bent forwards. I don’t know if anyone saw my butt as I bent over but they probably would have if they looked.Stretching over, Jack took me to the exercise cycles.“No chance of. More

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