Though Lady Jennifer had told her family and friends that I was simply a roommate, helping to share the rent and household expenses so that she could ...ake it on her own, I was really her slave. I'd been after Jennifer longer than Carl. I had known her for over six years. She used to work at the Strip hotel where I was still employed. I remember her mid-day walks through the casino in her tight, sexy, business outfits and high-heeled shoes, looking like Sandra Bullock in the way she moved and. She turned around and asked, “Would you unzip my dress, please.” I unzipped it and pulling her hair to one side. I kissed the back of her neck. I worked my way down her back to her bra strap. She whimpered and shrugged the dress forward so it fell to her waist. I undid her bra, and she turned to face me.Her hands were across her chest, holding the bra in place. She took a deep breath and moved her hands, letting the bra fall forward. Her breasts were a firm perfect C cup, with light brown. She took the pouches from my hand and started to apply mehndi on my both hands. She started from the tip of my finger and went up till my elbows. She was indeed having great design skills, I appreciated. But when I was about to leave, she stopped me and ask me to forward my legs.I said it was not required. But being the eldest daughter-in-law of the house, she never pays heed to anyone and always made everyone do things her way. So my sari with petticoat was raised till my thighs. She started. The patrons turned away were also suggested not to listen to the raves about the show if they wanted it to be fresh and a surprise.The sound of Zithrusa's haunting erghil filled the big top, and an expectant hush fell on the crowd. When the tension had reached an excited pitch, just before wondering muttering broke out among the audience, a single muffled boom of a drum was heard, silencing the erghil in mid note. Their largest drover came in looking ridiculous but fierce enough that no one.