He came through the door all disheveled and scared as hell. I closed and locked the door behind him. As he dropped everything on the desk, I slid my a...ms around his waist and pressed my body against his back. “Calm down, Babe,” I whispered in his ear, “This is just an excuse to get you alone. I need you and I know you need me.” “Ooh yes, I need your mouth. Your hot talented mouth, boss,” he said moving my hand down to his hard cock. As I stroked him through his pants I whispered, “I told you. He was told to be quiet while she emptied the contents of three boxes. The first contained the corsets, all leather and severe looking, with huge eyelets to allow excessive lace pulling he assumed. Each was a different color, one black, one green, and one pink. Pink? The second box contained two pairs of shoes, pumps actually or perhaps more correctly, stilettos, with impossibly high heels and thick, full ankle straps. The third box contained a surprisingly realistic set of squishy silicone. She stepped towards me, her large tits heaving before her. Normally, it was tradition for the loser to embrace the winner, but a new form of concession had formed at this school.“Of course, she won,” said Umeko. “She's the better girl. She out-slutted me so...” Umeko fell to her knees, her big tits jiggling. Her glasses reflected back the stage lights, making her eyes go opaque for a moment. “So of course I'm happy to eat her pussy.“EAT HER PUSSY!”I groaned as Umeko grabbed my hips. The. I accepted as it wouldhave been the only period in my life where I could experience marriageand the married life of a girl. Never ever could I think ofexperiencing it again. I had to grab this opportunity.That night, mom asked me sleep in a sari as a married girl normallydoes. but she added that most of the girls now a days were afterfollowing the western patterns and wore nighties, skirts, etc evenafter marriage. She said I was more suited as a traditional Indiangirl. I nodded.After I took.