Now one incident happened, one day I went to their home to call Rahul to play cricket. Vandna was washing vessels in kitchen. I just went inside their...home calling Rahul and during entering their room stood shocked. Darshna was sleeping on bed wearing a upper portion of Punjabi dress and not Pyjama but but but the hott thing is that she had not wore any PANTY inside. She was stark naked on bed and Her PUSSY was flying her Bushy Hairs in Fan Air. She had pulled her dress upto lower part of her. Sheshrugged her shoulders. "I eat here an awful lot. It's close, the foodis good, it's affordable, and I feel safe and accepted."As we sat down in a cozy booth, she continued, "I'd been here severaltimes before I came here the first time wearing a dress and makeup.When I did, the very first thing anyone asked was 'What's your newname?' since then, no one has ever misgendered me."When our server arrived with menus, Michael immediately ordered acouple bottles of rather pricey Italian wine."Since. So, I said since it’s a US client they might need some girl who can satisfy them in everything. She understood and she clearly told that she didn’t want to do such things and if that is the case she would resign her job. I managed to say not to worry, we can show them an escort and not her. She then relaxed.We reached the destination and next was the client meeting. I did notice that one manager named John from the client was interested in Swapna. It took more than a week to understand their. I feel exposed. I look out the window no one is there. “Keep playing with your tits”, my husband tells me. I reach up and continue to rub and flick my tits. I am really dripping now. “Finger yourself”, my husband commands. I reach my right hand down and begin working my clit. My left hand moves between my two tits. My head falls back and I let out a big sigh. I can feel my orgasm build. “Stop!”, my husband says. I look down at him, disappointed to have been denied. “Tonight is not.