Positively sober.She handed me my keys with a smile. Fuck, she had nice teeth. They were so white! Oh yeah, her dad’s a dentist... or an orthodontis...… yeah. She handed me some change, too.“How, how did you buy four hundred tacos and get me change?” She must be a whiz at math or something.She looked at me.“Jim, how high are you?”“I’m completely sober. See?” I showed her the empty Coke bottle… which, upon closer examination, bore a striking resemblance to a tall bottle of Lowenbrau.“Fuck…”Maybe I. I had climbed up the ladder and she was handing me the boxes. When I looked down, her saree had slid down a bit and I could see her milky white cleavage. I tried not to look at it but I couldn’t help it. She didn’t notice me staring.From then on, I used to grab every opportunity to go to her home and watch her. Sometimes she would lying on the sofa and watching TV wearing a nighty. I purposely used to go and sit on the chair ahead of her so that I could get a glimpse of her cleavage. Sometimes. Sarah deliberately ran her hands over her breasts, gently squeezing her nipples in the process, she shivered almost imperceptibly to her own pleasing touch. “I’ve been such a bad girl today, Uncle…” she breathed. “I’ve been thinking about your cock all morning, and you’ve got me so very wet…” her hand slid down over her wet body, her legs parted, and she rubbed gently over her clit and slid two fingers into her cunt. She bit her bottom lip and drew in a breath. “Is that bad, Uncle?” she asked. I was dressed in a black PVC corset, black PVC split thong, black hold ups and skyscraper heels. I walked into the lounge and Kai smiled wickedly saying I looked great. Before long we were back in the bedroom, having the best dirty and rough sex ever. That was six months ago. Since then my business suits and low court shoes have made way for more new clothes and shoes. One weekend Kai took me to a tattooist and I had my tongue, navel and lip pierced. As I was having them done, Kai was looking.