At this point, she said “Sir, I didn’t teach you that” and giggled.. I laughed and said, “its an improvisation..” She had clothes on all thi... while, so I thought lemme try to remove them.. So as I was massaging her buttocks, I said, these clothes are becoming a hindrance, I am not able to move hand smoothly.. She smile and said ok.. and then removed her pant. She was now in her panties. It was a white panty with small flowers in them.. I then started massaging her inner thighs again, slowly and. I could see she was getting turned on and her hips were moving. Her pussy looked very inviting but I didn’t touch it at all. It was puffed up, clean shaven, a little hint of her wetness on the lips of her cunt. I then turned her around again and began massaging her buttocks.. oohh lovely.. what an ass she has.. drives me crazy, big, firm n so so tempting. I didn’t remove her panty but just pushed it into her ass cleavage. I continued massaging her ass, her love handles, her waist n her hips. I. I bit my lips and tried not to start crying."Oh, poor baby," she soothed. "Give yourself some time to get used tothem. I'm sure you're going to love how they jiggle. And take a look atyour bum in the mirror."She'd installed a full length mirror (she does all jobs that requiretools) where I could see myself anytime I was feminized. I went andturned sideways. My backside stuck out noticeably and had a smooth curveto it. I blushed. When I face the mirror and jogged up and down on myheels,. And Mrs. Zimri, the young woman was shunned by her parents and sent to live with her widowed aunt, about half a kilometer down the road. In the eyes of her parents, the daughter was responsible for the rape – by being female, apparently.About two weeks later, young Alama Zimri went to meet her mother near the marketplace. On the way to the meeting, Alama was abducted by her brother and her father. They took her to a vacant field, where they proceeded to cut her throat. They sawed on her neck,.