She next opens a small brown bottle, 'This is to help the entry. You must sniff until I say stop. Understood?'I nod, 'Yes Mistress.' She holds the bot...le to my nose and tells me to sniff. I sniff long and hard, and soon my body is hit by a warm glow that spreads into my head, sitting behind my eyes. We do this for a while until she is satisfied. She then walks behind me and says, 'Are you ready for your fucking sissy?' I feel her cold hands smearing lube on my shaved arsehole, but the feeling. Still, I heard the familiar rap of his knuckles against the door and then the turning of the door knob. I was down on the floor on my knees, skirt hiked up while I played with my pussy, panties pushed to the side, toy stuffed in my tight, little hole. Looking up at him, I kept rubbing my clit gasping and releasing my lip from my teeth as I spoke,”Yeah?” I titled my head to the side and whimpered. He looked dumbstruck, a small red glow covering his cheeks. “I-I made lunch, princess…” He. Need any help? Radha: yes, can you please hold these clothes from one end. I’ll catch the other end and let’s squeeze them so them they would dry up soon. (She said the word squeeze in a manner which was different from her other words.)Then I helped her in drying up her clothes which included her sarees, langas and even her inners. That really gave me hard on looking at those typical koti wala low-cost panty and bras. She was all wet with water in her blouse area, her blouse was semi. He would wink at her, and say “au revior, mon petit choux”. Her panties would get damp and he would leave. Mary didn't even know his name. He had been coming in for a while and they had gotten to that awkward part where she should have asked his name by now, but didn't. So now she couldn't, because now it would just be weird. And with this man, this tall, hot, melt her heart, soak her panties, make her eyes roll back in her head when she thinks about him, man. This man, she did not want to have.