She had that slim thicc body, huge tits, a fat arse and face that screamed bimbo whore. The blonde bombshell was the perfect image of a milf. The only...difference was that she was as innocent as they came, prim and proper without fault. It was as I stared at this goddess of a woman that I failed to notice the frumpy blue blur plunge, what I can only assume was, a needle into my arm.The darkness claimed me, once again.***I don't know how long it had been but it must have been a while. The only. One day Doctor’s wife (pushpa i call her) calls me, when her hubby went for the clinic. When i reached there,she welcomed me and took me to the drawing room. She sat on the nearest sofa. She was wearing shalwar kameez, but no duppatta. Her upper button of kameez was open and i can see her white body. Her maid came with tea, she told her to go back and she bent down to make tea for me. As she bent down i see her white boobs. Suddenly i felt an erection. she gave me the tea with a naughty smile. She said through her crying. Her dad hugged her tighter, and they just sat there. Why cant you tell me? You can tell me anything, I am your father. he said. No, I cant he said he would kill Damian if I told anyone. she sobbed and clung to her dad tighter. He raped you. he said barely audible. And in that moment he started to cry and the whole house woke up as they got up and got dressed. Her dad drove her to the Police Station. They gave a statement, she got examined, and they went home. When. If my pride was the first casualty of the corset war, though, logic was the second. He paused for breath, and I cut him off coldly. ‘Do you need a notepad to list everything that’s wrong?’ Blinking back tears, I asked the young woman to unlace the corset for me. She heaped coals on the fire by stating uncertainly that she didn’t think they carried a 3XL. Needing to salvage some shred of my dignity, I mumbled something about coming back if we didn’t find something we liked better, but I knew.