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His hand reached my deep navel and he placed his index finger inside, and simultaneously he placed the palm of his 'killer' hand right on my pussy. He wasted no time in caressing my pussy lips and applied pressure with his middle finger in an attempt to insert.

I parted my thighs wider involuntarily enjoying the tickling sensation as a result of his fingers playing on, in and around and all over my navel.

Armed with the knowledge that I am devoid of any undergarments and my body had already given its approval via the erect nipples and glistening thatch below, he made the next move.It now reached the base of my petticoat resting squarely at my creamy white thigh.His index finger started drawing some weird circles on my thigh with some pressure, while his face was innocently looking at the fan.I caught him staring at my thighs, and then realized that I was still in my cleaning costume! I told him to sit on the wooden chair as his clothes were still wet. I looked at him now, for the first time in detail . But you will have to wait since I am in the middle of cleaning the house..., "Is that OK? I got up to go to the bathroom to pick up the mop and saw him taking a peek through my saree at my deep fleshy navel. The intense thought of my husband and untimely arrival of this sales person started driving my hormones crazy. I tucked my saree to my waist, just above my knees and lowered my saree a bit more too below hip and secured the pallu in position and came in to the hall with the mop to clean. I was quite aware of his peeking glances all over me. I was done with mopping the hall and took the mop back to the bathroom.He was quite well built and would have been in his early twenties. Then, I remembered the purpose of his coming to our house. "you are almost dry now ", was my passing comment while leaving the hall.