He gently lifted her hair and fastened the chain around her neck before attaching the other end to the leg of a heavy wooden table behind her.Although...the chain was long enough for her to be able to sit upright if she wanted to, she couldn?t really move about but it was comfortable enough and she was grateful for that at least. Then he pulled the tape from her eyes, leaving her blinking in the light as she tried to focus on what was in front of her. What was in front of her was him. Gradually. His name was Aftab. He was a short boy ( 5 ft 2 inches) of around 19 years, a little plump, fair ( like all Kashmiris are), quite attractive to look with a charming smile. Little hairs of his mustache had just started to grow. He was recommended to me by my office watchman. When I asked him about his family, he stated that he hails from a village called Ukri and came to Gulmarg in search of a job. Aftab used to cook for me and do all the required house hold work. It was now a little over three. "Here let mehelp you fit them," she said walking over towards me. She sprayed agenerous amount of adhesive on the back and then held the first one tomy chest holding it in place for a couple of minutes before letting go.The feeling was quite surreal here was Debbie holding my false tit inplace while I stood in front of her in pink panties.The other fitted she showed me how to disguise the seems with somecrafty make up and sure enough within minutes it was impossible to seethe joins. "Get. I smile to myself as I get a wicked little idea, peeling my body off the bed, I make my way over to the window. My long, brown hair tickling my bare back and breasts as I walk. Opening up the window, I find that our neighbor is already asleep, yet the bit of exhibitionism mixed with the cool breeze wrapping around my hot body is enough to make my slit moist. Placing one knee on the window sill and using the curtain for leverage, I let my free hand roam. A soft moan escapes my lips as my middle.