Her blond hair was plastered to her head, but scrambled all over the place, leaving her looking like she’d just finished walking through a car wash....y answering smile failed to disarm her sense of disorientation. That kind of hurt. I think I have a pretty nice smile. Cathay was no longer buzzed from whatever she had Margaret serve her over lunch and throughout the afternoon. Drinking strong liquor never was my thing, in any of my lives, so she was on her own as far as handling the morning after. "I could never do anything like that and neither would any normal guy!" It happens all the time," She replied with an indifferent shrug of her shoulders. "You might be surprised to find out just how many guys do it." Queers and pansies sure," I sneered. "But no normal guy would ever consider dressing up like a woman." "Care to place a little wager on that dear brother?" "Don't be ridiculous," I laughed. "I'd be taking your money. What would you do to win, walk up to a woman and ask if she. I had not been told to move. My breasts hung heavily. Conner returned with some rope. He squeezed my right breast and played with it, making it sway and jiggle in his hand. ‘Nice and free. Firm and luscious. I’m going to make them even more, firm, Alison. I’m going to bind them with this rope until they are bulging.’ He wrapped the rope under my arms and around my breasts. It was like a bra without the cups. He pulled the rope tight. I felt the pressure in my breasts building.‘Stand up,. She is a specialist in wearing saree. She wears it tight around her body and the lower half will be tightly wound around her hips. She wears saree with different blouse cuttings, exiting colours & see through types. To be truthful to the readers, I actually had an eye on Ranjana from the day when we all went to see her for my son. She is a very attractive girl. But as she is my baahu, all those thoughts were buried deep down my heart. But now as my son was not around and she is alone in the.