Ek din yaha per bohot barsat(rain) horaha tha tho main ghar ke second floor main khada tha mera ghar three floor ka hai mere bagal wala builing two fl...or ka Hai mere ghar ke balkani main pura glass laga hua hai jisse main dusri side dheksaktay hai per vo nhi tho main waha khada hokar ise baris dhek raha tha tab hi mujhay kuch awaz aya main side main glass ke pass khada hokar dusri building main dheknay laga maine dhekha ki mere bagal wali aunty Padma(name change) bhag kar ayi baris bohot tej. .)I threw away the last of my boy's clothes and began life as a full-timefemale. Strangely, this had an unexpected effect; I lost one of myfavorite thrills. The act of putting on a pair of pantiesbecame...mundane. Well, maybe "mundane" isn't the right word. Puttingon lingerie would always be fun, but instead of being an exciting,forbidden act, dressing up as a girl was now just part of my everydaylife. There was something else new, though. I walked outside into theworld as a female every. "Ladies and Gentlemen. The guests of honor"The crowed cheered. As the slavegirl entered followed by Master. At the top of the room was looked like an Edwardian gynecological chair covered in straps. Sitting with two small tables on a small stage. The slavegirl wasn't even shocked anymore.Master took her into the middle of the stage and faced her."jennifer. You have been everything I wanted in a slave. Submissive and obedient. You have never even asked my name. You have taken tonights events in. Jane began to breath heavily, and I felt her pussy, which she held against my thigh, dampen. I don't think any of this was obvious to anyone else in the class. They all seemed intent on their work. When Ms. Purdy yelled "Break time, " we broke our pose and fell back into chairs. My cock was sticking straight up, and harder than the marble in Michelangelo's David. Jane's pussy lips were open and glistening. She tried to conceal it with her hands. If I was going to fulfill my fantasy of.