Please read the previous part here ( It’s My Life – 2 ). Now let’s continue
He laughed seeing thru my fake confidence and said “Anita madam, till today all the blouses and petticoats I have stitched for you have been super conservative and old fashioned”.
I blurted “so what, maybe I changed my mind now…”. He said “I am happy that you finally changed your mind because you also know how many times I told you that the necklines of your blouse should be deeper so your big assets get some justice”.
Like a dumb fool I replied “what justice and what assets” and immediately regretted not having got his hint the first time… Rafiq laughed again, he said “Anita madam, please keep all your stuff on this table and come with me. I will explain it to you in a better way”.
He went to the main door and locked it turning the sign from open to closed. I plonked my bag along with the rest of the stuff and followed him inside. I knew where he was taking me because I have been to that room many times.
This is the same room where he takes open liberties with me making me uncomfortable while he has a ball of a time fooling around with my body. Once we got inside, Rafiq said “Anita madam now remove your saree and keep it there”.
I have done this many times before so without second thoughts I removed it and kept it on the table. He stepped closer within breathing distance and cupped my tits gently.
I was used to this also so I did not react. He said “see madam, you are blessed with these beautiful 38D boobs which right now are imprisoned in your old fashioned blouse and you are also wearing the wrong bra”.
This was the first time he had said something so intimate like this. I interrupted saying “I am 36C..”. Also I was also getting irritated with the madam word, I said “Rafiq just call me Anita only please”.
He nodded ok and continued “Well I am sure you are wrong but we will see about that later. Now I will trace a line showing you how your blouse needs to be. Can I”?
I nodded ok feeling curious about what he had in mind. He said “Anita these sleeves need to go first, then this shoulder piece needs to be just wide enough to cover your bra strap”.
I protested saying “if you make it so narrow and my strap slips out then”? He said “Anita I will not make it so narrow, it will be sufficient to provide enough cover and even if it slips out then what is the problem”?
I objected saying “no that will be an embarrassment for me if my strap shows”. He stepped back and turned to leave saying “Anita I can see that you are not ready to wear that new blouse”.
I asked “now where are you going”? He replied “Anita just leave it. It is not your cup of tea. Wear your saree and meet me outside”. This was a direct hit on my ego.
I blurted out “Rafiq I am ready to wear anything you say. Please understand I want to surprise my husband”. He stopped and turned to me, he looked at me while raising his eyebrows.
He asked “how far are you willing to go, to please him”? I replied with full conviction “sky is the limit… I can do anything for his sake”. He asked “anything… are you sure? Think and answer because I don’t want to waste my time if you back out again”.