Clothes next. Those shiny stockings with a red garter for a splash of colour. Her black skimpy panties out of which her fat clitty pokes and hardens a...bit too quickly as she gets into her girdle and tightens up. Next, back to that naughty clitty. A pink, chastity cage covers that; and a hair band around her swollen love eggs take care of them so that they swell up into a single, swollen lump that she hides as she tucks herself away and struts a little before slipping into her heels and letting. Sorry for not texting earlier but I have been kept quite busy and that he was going to love the pictures that had been taken. Finishing up I walked back into the office, Colin had gone and Damien was sitting behind his desk on the computer. He looked up smiling ‘You look gorgeous and that was fantastic I hope you come back here again. Your clothes are on the sofa with one exception, your top I want to keep to remind me of you. I’ll give it back when you come and see me again.’ I was stunned. From that incident… my akka didn’t speak with me properly and she took extra care in covering her boobs and hip whenever I near her. I begged to forgive me for many days but it didn’t work. I was happy in a corner because she didn’t tell anything to my mother. But again god helped me. Yes. After 4 days… her birthday came. Luckily everyone left for our relative’s marriage except me and my hotty akka. Because of busy in marriage…no one remember akka’s birthday. That day morning 6.00 a.m….. I. I wouldn't want to miss that opportunity because I was worried about appearances.”Abby said, “This group would be more judgmental if they thought you were too uptight to play the role you want to play.”“Thank you, I was quite certain that was the case.”“Okay, tonight you're my cuckold husband.” Jeanne smiled. “My beloved cuckold husband.”Abby said, “Mine too, I get to love him too.”Jeanne and I both looked at Abby. The longing in her eyes was obvious. Suddenly I understood. This was a woman.