Iassumed she knew what we were doing and she had come and seen our act. I said in a slow voice “senior madam knows this — she is angry with me —...she did not offer coffee to me which she normally does”. She said “but what do you want — her coffee or my koodhi (Tamil word for cunt)?”. She then lightly squeezed my balls and I grinned and said “anytime I want your koodhi only”. She also grinned at me.But my fear had not entirely vanished. Even if G did not see us in the very act, the very long time. This would help me fulfill my desire to grow boobs. All my life people would tell me that I would make a great looking chick. I had a slender build with long legs, I wasn't too tall, 5'9” and my facial features were on the feminine side. As the effects of the hormones started to change my body I started to have a new set of desires. I bought some sexy lingerie. Bras and panties that I would wear around the house and sometimes under baggy clothes. I was lucky because my boobs started to. After switching on my favourite gadget, I slowly turn up the power. Electric current runs through Anna's pussy directly into her clit, which she acknowledges with a tight moan. At first, it is just a prickling and tingling, a feeling similar to blood rushing back into a limb that had been tied off. The tingling increases in intensity as I turn up the dial. A yelp, as I shortly turn it up quite a bit. A content purr when I turn it back down to where it was, then slowly up again. This is. Literally!"Alice tried to hide a small smile. Not a bad joke, considering. At least he had a sense of humor."Anyway," he continued, "Once I saw the video evidence, I haven't had the slightest interest in, ... being with her, even if I could..."He stopped; embarrassed that he had revealed so much of his personal problems to this lovely stranger.Alice was embarrassed for him. He seemed like a nice enough guy, opportunistic horniness aside. She wondered how anyone could really be in love with a.