” I replied shyly. He took my hand and led me to his bedroom. I somehow expected a pink room with mirrors but the only feminine part of his room was...a dressing table with a few cosmetics on it. Now it was my turn to see him in a different life. He noticed the surprise and said, “Sometimes I like to look pretty too. After all I spend most of my time in the cosmetics department.” I nodded. Without beating around the bush he told me to take my shirt off and sit down at the dressing table. We were. I know this girl we will be surely be good for me. Since I am lover of Saree Clad women so I told her, “Neeta, You just need to see that you should always be in Saree on weekdays and on Saturdays you can be in casuals also if you want.” She was so happy with her salary that she was agreeing to everything what I was saying. I showed her cabin to her and explain her some work about filing the papers and how to maintain the records and everything. Suddenly she said,” Sir, I don’t have sarees with. . that's a thing. I felt taken aback in many ways. For starters, ghosts are real, cool. Second, she didn't really seem like the scary ones from any horror movie I've seen, great. Third, I've lost my virginity to someone who's been dead for at least a year... less great.Yeah, it was pretty messed up. Regardless, I woke with a smile on my face. I’m sure most people do post-virginity-losing. Even if that weren’t the case, today was Friday. Friday is always a good day. Usually the end of the week. Leaning back in his chair, he reached down and popped the button on his pants, then yanked the zipper down. He sighed as his fingers met slippery satin. Spreading his legs, he slid his hand further inside, rubbing over the hard bulge encased in whisper-soft peau de soie. Pink cheekies, with frothy red lace trim. They were new. He'd seen them online, where he did all of his shopping for this sort of thing, and had had to have them. The tip of his cock peeked out from the waistband, holding it.