My nerves were really getting to me, to the point where I was unsure if I could even go through with it.Saturday quickly arrived and I rushed along to...the post office to pick up my outfit. As soon as I got home I had it on. A black PVC basque with red lace. I liked it! It didn’t exactly fit my breasts but, let’s face it, the chances of finding an outfit with the capacity to accommodate my breasts would always be slim!Eventually it was time for me to leave. My heart was beating so fast. I got in. He pulled away my saree over the boobs. I closed my eyes both in fear and shy. I felt guilty but his touch made me to respond him. He pressed my boobs... thats seen through my thin blouse, that too wet with cold water... His gentle massage made my nipple erect.My white skin over the transparent blouse made him mad. He started to burry his face over the boobs and bite my nipple over the blouse. He hugged me and caressed by back. Then he undid my blouse and pulled of my saree and. I noticed I had to use a different notch in my belt and my work boots had to be cinched a little tighter that morning, but I didn't think anything was wrong.Monday and Tuesday went by fairly quickly, but Wednesday morning I found a little more hair in the bed sheets. Most of the hair on the back of my hands, my forearms and my chest was gone; the hair on my head seemed to be a little longer, but I couldn't be sure. I had a one-track mind at the time, and the loss of hair was much more important. "I'm sorry, Karen," Chasity said as she hugged me. Her body was warm against mine. I hugged my sister-slut back, fiercely, enjoying the feel of her breasts on mine."What are you sorry for?" I asked as she broke the hug."You're dead, Karen."I blinked. "What?" That can't be possible. I just went to sleep. Right?Chasity grabbed my hand and led me into the mist. "We're waiting over here." Waiting for what?" Master and Mistress," Chasity answered. "When they die, we will be reunited with them. Until.