It was just like every day and Manisha had spent all the evening drinking and playing at all ladies' kitty party. Drinks flowed like water while women played cards. Manisha was too drunk to drive. One of her friends gave her ride to her home. She stumbled out of the car, "mazaa aa gayaa." she got out of the car. At last she made it to the gate, and stopped. Leaning against it, manisha waved at the car. She pushed the gate open.
Manisha was a 33 years old, exceptionally beautiful and voluptuous lady. With her drop-dead good looks, her high tilt full breasts and a measurement of 38-24-36, her husband, Govind Malhotra, was 5 years elder to her and he was an industrialist. In fact he was a workaholic and they hardly saw much of each other. They had a nice sexual life only during first two – three years.. Then he got more into his business and Manisha too adjusted to it by joining kitty-parties and ladies' poker-clubs. These poker-clubs and kitty-parties actually involved lots of drinking. So, she had been enjoying her life even after her husband's negligence.
Her servant, gopi, ran out to support her. Gopi was only 19 years old but he was very strong and well-built. He hailed from some village in u.p. he grabbed manisha under the arms and helped walk inside. He had done this several times before so now it was no big deal. He knew the drill, throw her in bed and let her sleep it off. By noon tomorrow she would be fine. Manisha, his memsaab, was really smashed today. While being supported by gopi, her mind began reeling with horny thoughts. She never had such feelings about gopi before. Ramesh also realized that the top two hooks of her blouse were open and manisha was giving teenaged servant quite a view.