We didn't speak a word to each other, though I wasn't quite sure why. She spent most of the day in bed reading her books, and was becoming pale as if...she had the flu or AIDS. I spent hours at a time in the bathroom, brooding and wondering what was wrong. I pooped a lot during those days. Then, one day late at night, while pooping, it hit me like a bolt of lightning. What, I’m not quite sure. I shot up from the stool with a large piece of poop hanging out of my ass. As I lurched towards. I often remind myself how much I love having Indian genes. Now they hung free in front of him. Brian pulled the blankets down enough to gaze at them in the moonlight. I rolled slightly on to my back so they spread against my chest. Brian slowly, tenderly, palmed them in his hands awestruck, weighing them carefully before putting my left tit up to his mouth and slowly running his tongue around in ever smaller circles until he reached my nipple, which he placed entirely in his mouth and sucked. Sucking, nibbling and biting lightly at one nipple, while I flick my tongue across it as I mimic those actions on the other one with my hand and fingers. You start to moan as the pleasure slowly builds. Suddenly you feel my other hand start teasing the skin at the edge of your pants. Ever so lightly I draw my fingers back and forth across the skin just under the waist band. You gasp as the nerves there light on fire from the feather light touch. I switch which nipple I'm sucking on with my. This became a standard outfit if I was to serve her lunch during my day.It was much more revealing than my standard maid's uniforms and I neverquite got used to it. Even though my girdle hid my chastity tube, itseemed to me that the bulge made it obvious. Also, the skirt bouncedaround the top of my stockings as I served her or brought her food tothe table, constantly emphasizing my under things. I think she relishedmy embarrassment and it was quite usual for her to call me when she hadbeen out.