She’d died in the fire. That wasn’t what we were painting, though. In the image we were working on, the old woman was reading a book by the light ...ast from an oil lamp. She looked peaceful and happy. It was what I hoped the afterlife had in store for her if there was one.Two or three times we had to lower our lift and step out in the field to get a good view of the wall. We used the restroom and then ran right back to our lift and put more paint on. We barely heard the bells ringing, signaling. ?I now cut away the panties, making sure to take my time, and let the scissors move around her pussy, causing her to tense up even more. I love it. When I finally rip the stockings apart, the tattered panties follow suit. She is now completely naked, and ready to be fucked, almost. For my final bit of cruelty, I slide her hair through the small hole, I?ve drilled for that very same purpose and tie a rope around it, making several tight knots. Then I get a special toy, just for this situation. A. Mom had the habit of reading the newspaper once she was done with her daily chores.After done with the cleaning, she brushes her teeth, removes her pavadi (lunga) and panty. Most of the times, she reads the newspaper sitting on the floor. I get a clear view of her thighs while doing so as she spreads apart her legs. Since she was fair, sometimes I even get a chance to see her pussy. I have even seen her putting her hand inside the panty and scratching the pussy area.Coming to the story now. The. "Stay. Please stay. I get lonely in my big bed."Was I going to argue? Of course not. No man wouldrefuse to share a bed with a hottie like Jenny.I took off the dress and piece by piece began toremove the trappings of femininity from my body.Eventually, I found myself naked and heaved aninternal sigh of relief. Once again, I was man."Wear this for me."Jenny held a frilly black teddy."You don't have any pajamas that are a little moremanly?" I asked."You can slip into this teddy and sleep with me,.