Mrs. Asha often wore kurti and tight leggings. She regularly dropped by at our place and chit chatted with my mom and left. Whenever she used to be at...our place my eyes would scan her from the top to bottom noticing her curvy figure. Her ass would be of perfect shape from the side view with her high cut kurti.I have this habit of roaming around the house with boxers. I have an average body with a decent built. I am neither fat nor thin. One day, as usual, she came in her white short kurti and. ....I watch as Ritsuko swabs the deck. She's still sullen, but the whip has finally rid her of her stubbornness. As her nearly naked body sways she casts the occasional furtive glance in my direction her gaze settling first on my stern look, then at the hand that holds the remote control for her shock collar, and finally down at her friend --- sorry her former friend--- who kneels contentedly between my legs. Meiko has always been a follower. She spent her life doing whatever the person with. Rather than leave me oblivious, he called me up to let me know that Holly was asking about me. I managed not to say mean things about the snooping bitch, but I asked him what he had said.He was very vague about his answers. He said that he had heard what his friend had told me about Holly, and he felt it was only fair that she should get truthful answers about me. He wouldn't tell me what the questions had been, and he wouldn't tell me which truth he had given in return. Some friend he was.I. ?I’m-I’m so sorry Mrs. Kipps, I didn’t—? I was so amused at Mariah’s reaction! I am certainly a steel haired old thing, but I wasn’t born in the 19th century! We sat together and discussed ?BITCHES AND WITCHES? and its focus on BDSM and the gay woman.?Oh Mariah, it takes me back—when I was a kid in the late nineteen sixties, I was in a brief bisexual relationship with this peculiar flower child called Charisma McCloskey—this was before I met Mr. Kipps, of course—and Chari often asked me to tie.