At one time I saw a picture of Liz Hurley wearing a transparent saree. She looked stunning in it. I had packed one to wear for Javon, so now I would w...ar it for Otis. I had practised for hours on how to properly dress myself. This is not something you just throw over your head. It took me all of ten minutes to get it just right. I wore transparent panties, which were necessary so I could tuck in the saree just right. I looked at myself in the mirror. My dress was stunning. Just a hint of nipple. "Ooh, I don't feel so good now..." Gwen gulped, her normally warm soft skin going a bit clammy to the touch."Let it out, my Lady," I said, realising what was coming.The three of us dodged to the side as Gwen suddenly heaved a massive backwash of downed alcohol probably mixed in with goulash."Been a long time since she got this drunk," said Nancy as we waited for her to finish."I think she's happy, but trying too hard to keep us both happy. That and all the recent stress" I said."Possibly, but. “Welcome! You forgot to thank me for the clothes, phone, and even for pulling out that thing from your butt,” the lady said in rudely.“Thanks, who are you anyway?” Alisha asked.“I am Nyla, David’s sister,” she grinned again.Alisha turned around and walked towards Nyla and snatched the anal plug that Nyla was still holding onto. “I am Alisha, I want this plug” She growled at Nyla.Alisha now walked faster towards the main door of this mansion. She had to find the driver. She spotted the same SUV. This was when Haynes heard a knock at the office door and answered it, as his secretary, Nellie, had already clocked out and gone home. Before him stood a very gorgeous young woman, slender and graceful, hardly familiar at all, as he would have noticed her before. She had the look of an heiress or perhaps a trophy wife or something, and she was not the most intelligent-looking lady in her facial expressions, but that only made her less suspect in terms of any possible malicious intent. She.