It cost me an effort, but I did it--just the lightest peck.Even so, I was wishing the afternoon would never end. We both were. But of course it did, ...ventually, and we had to take off our lovely dresses and wash off our makeup. Pete made a great pretense of being glad it was over. Then, after a bawling out by Pete's mom--the first time she really seemed angry--the party broke up and I went back home with Mom."Well, you did have a good time this afternoon, didn't you, Donna?" she said, using. ”“Massage my head Naeem, I feel like a headache coming.”“Iron my clothes Naeem, I feel like dressing properly today.”“Make some tea for me Naeem, I feel for some jalebis.”“Get me some jalebis Naeem, to go with the tea.”To make my position really subservient, “Rub some oil on my feet Naeem, they are burning.” Or, “Naeem, see if you can cut my toe nails, they seem to be very long.”She would even call me from her room during the night and say, “Bring me some water Naeem, I feel thirsty.”I dreaded. Each panel had dime sized off white dots. It was really something I would like to wear. Under the skirt I was to wear black stockings held up by a garter belt. I wondered if I should wear panties or not! I think I felt like being daring so I decided to wear my skimpy black thongs. I tried it on, and it hugged my hips and then flared out. It would be just great for dancing especially when twirling around. There was also a fringed shawl, covered in flowers. I tied it around my waist.The top was. I could see almost the entire boobs. She noticed my discomfort and finished cleaning the fish.the she finished cooking and we sat for the lunch after her friend arrived. They were talking in malayalam which i could not understand then i told i am leaving since i got bored. Then aunty told me that they are going to clean the room and they need my help. It was around 2pm. She told me change to lungi and gave me one and went to lock the main door. When i was changing inside one of their rooms.