“these are lovely”, Nandita said by pretending to smell and liking the bunch of roses amit bought for her. She never liked roses. Roses were so mi...dle-class. Nandita loved orchids, something which Sagar always bought for her whenever they were on a date. But for now she pretended to be overjoyed with the roses her husband had brought for her.“I knew you would love it” said an immensely happy amit. “now get ready we will head out for a lunch date”. Nandita took a deep breath. Perhaps it was. Her little titlets were his to do with as he pleased, of course. His actual acts of nipple punishment, when they occurred, stimulated the girl; her awareness of, and submission to, his complete privileges in this regard aroused her even now, despite his current restraint.“Tell me about your date last night, Bets.”“Daddy, I knew you’d bring that up! It was good. She was so cute about it. A complete civilian, no biofeedback or anything, but so easy to lead. I suppose having an older girl, an. He stopped thinking about his new assignment and concentrated on falling asleep.***Steve ran the razor over his right leg. He then wiped away the remnants of the shaving cream with a hand towel and lowered his leg off the bathtub's ledge. He placed his left leg onto the tub and lathered it up. He shaved it. Then he shaved his armpits.He carefully examined his legs and armpits. He didn't have much hair in those areas to begin with but it looked like whatever had been there was now gone.He walked. The lights dimmed and a group started to play on a small stage. I had to turn sideways on to Polly to be able to watch. They where quite good and the lead singer was a very sexy looking girl in a mini dress with a very low top. She was showing a lot of cleavage and a lot of leg, so my eyes where riveted to the stage.I'd subconsciously noticed that the guys at our table where coming and going. I really didn't think much of it, just supposed they were going to the toilet or to the bar for drinks..