We've knownabout from the start. Since you're so comfortable playing the role ofa girl, I see no reason why you couldn't go watch a few dance classes...s a visitor."Mother and I were finishing the dinner dishes when Helena calledregarding her scheme to get me into Rima's dance class as an observer.Mother was delighted that I would be willing to dress as a girl, letalone pass myself off as one, in any place other than Rima's bedroomsuite. I was rewarded with a big hug and kiss from Mother even. Now I am coming to the exact incident jab se mummy badal gayi. Mummy ki friend hai nupur aunty.Wo bohut hi rich hai aur smart v.Wo top, jeans skirt yasb pahen ti hai, college ki friend h mummy ki. Hai main batana bhul gaya k papa ek sarkari naukri karte hai but salary bohut zyada nhi tha. Nupur aunty k bohut expensive cars tha. Pajero, honda civic jaisa. Uska pati bohut bada businessman tha. Wo humesha mummy ko yasb story bolta tha 5.Star hotel me rahne ka, bahar tour karne ka aur mummy sun k. As she unhooked her bra from the front, he raised his fingers to her panties, sliding them in one smooth motion down her long silky legs. He touched her lightly with his fingertips. The happy hooker noticed the glazed watery look in his eyes as he felt her body. She was enjoying her first trick."Vicky, would you lay down on the blanket for me, with a pillow under your ass, please?" Absolutely." She got into position as he removed his jacket and loosened his tie.Still on his knees, he leaned. It firmly grips onto the shaft as I almost leave your body. Then I plunge hard in again. My full balls slap on to your pussy."Whose ass is this?" I taunt."It's your ass, Sir," you submissively announce."Who owns this ass?" I require."You do, Khambrel," you meekly state."That is right, girl, do not forget." No Sir." Who owns you, babydoll?" I inquire."You do, Sir." You are pushing your beautiful body back toward me as you answer.My questions always turn you on more. Being reminded of your place.