Sujata was busy with her daily chores and by the time she finished all work and freshened up, door bell chimed. Ragini and Santosh were there.“Namas...e, Memsaheb” Santosh folded hands and wished her in a low voice.“Come. Come. Why, Santosh? Why were you scared of me? Do I look like a demon?” Sujata asked him, laughing.“No, Memsaheb, you look so beautiful and sexy, it scared me, why would you get fucked by a cook? I thought you would bash me up and kick me out.” Santosh said.Sujata hugged and. They looked perfect! It lookedas though I had a pair of extremely perky C-cup breasts! I decided to doa couple of sexy poses, then laughed at how silly I looked. Still, justfeeling what it must be like to have breasts was exhilarating. I removedmy faux breasts and jacked off, making sure not to get any cum on them.Over the next few days, I kept using my fake breasts, but only when noone was home. If anyone were to catch me, I don't know how I'd explainit. Eventually, I grew tired of the fake. To him I might be a scrawny boy in a fur costumebut at that moment I was imagining myself as a girl dressed in mycheerleading outfit. For me, that fur costume had ceased to exist. I waspatently aware of every stitch of female clothing I was wearing andconsciously pushed out my pert B cups as far as possible, wishing thatthey were real and that he would see me as I wanted to be. "Yeah, I don't hear too good when I'm getting head either," he laughed.A typical Trent joke.Trying to be witty and. In the large room, there was a table covered with tattoo equipment and supplies. Another larger gurney sized table with a barstool next to it.filled the space in front of the fireplace.By the time showers were taken, drinks poured, and we all found places to set a large tattooed man was sitting on the barstool giving us direction."Each one of you will lay down on your right side and I will tattoo you each will take about an hour." His beard hung to his large gold cross between his pierced.