I started masturbating regularly sometimes twice in a day. I used to see my bhabhi’s panties and bra in the bathroom and started using them for mast...rbation. I started fantasizing my bhabhi Prachi and wanted to have sex with her. I started to plan how to make it possible. Days passed and I started following her towards the bathroom and have a peek in when she was taking bath. With these small session lust increased and I starting masturbating 3 or 4 times in a day.My brother’s friend was. He seemed to enjoy me, or more probably my bare boobs, being the centre of attention, and warned me each time a prospective dancing partner approached us.“Here’s another one Tania, stomach in and chest out love, show ‘em off!”.“Show them off I certainly had done and the lack of rouged nipples hadn’t detracted from my popularity, with me returning to my table after each musical number, to enable as many men as possible the opportunity to dance with the only topless female in the place. That is. I get to watch them quietly. I get to clean them when commanded. I must talk and dress up like a sissy whenever James was over. It’s my role now and I’m cool with it. James has a great cock and I feel privileged to be able to service his massive cock and eat his cum from Sarah’s pussy. I especially love it when they use my man-pussy. The ultimate is when Sarah uses her strapon and James tries to choke me with his rod. I wouldn’t change this for anything in the world.As I said, times were. Suddenly a shrieking whistle was heard outside on the platform and the train jolted forward. The movement made her slouch back a little and for a second I saw the white flesh of her thighs above the line of her stockings. As she settled again she crossed her legs and opened her handbag taking out a cigarette pack and a silver petrol lighter.‘Do you mind if I smoke?’ She uttered in her suave voice.‘Not at all.’ I did really, I was desperately trying to give it up and each time I almostreached a.