"Yes." The short reply belayed my immersion in my fantasy."Want to wear it?"I thought I had reached the zenith of my bliss, having sex with aduplicate...of Beverley Taylor, but now I was completely overwhelmed witharousal at the idea. I was on the verge of cumming. Me with Beverley'shead, having sex with Beverley's body...Kylie didn't wait for me to answer, but turned the mask around and slidit over my head. The skin stretched easily, fitting snugly over myface. I felt the mass of Beverley's hair. When he mentioned it the first time I thought it was some kind of a role playing. On a Saturday morning Arumugam told me that I had to be his wife all through the week end. That meant, to start with, I had to wear the girls clothes. I didn’t mind it at first as it gave me a nice feeling wearing the bra and panties and the saree. I was wondering why he insisted on the saree being a cotton one until I realized the reason later. The he told me that I have to do what a wife does that means house. To be fair about it, that’s how I was taught, too. The difference is the equipment we have now. The stuff we have now, it’s like science fiction! I had a platoon of M-1s back in the Gulf War, and when we hit the Iraqis at 73 Easting, we never knew they were there until we rolled in on them. We were just better than them, with better equipment and training. Now ... sir, our training and equipment is even better, and we know where they all are! We have recon drones all over the front, with. After I had washed my glass and put it back in the cupboard. I left my Mom's in the sink so my sister wouldn't have to wonder why there were two dirty wine glasses when my father was not home. I entered my room and found my bathroom light on and my Mom laying in my bed. “You will continue to call me Lindsay” she said “And you will address me as SIR” I responded “Are you ready to lose your virginity SIR!” she purred “Yes I am Linds”“You can call me your slut, or whore, still too” she begged as.