I was thinking help - what’s a girl to do?The real trick is perseverance. I just kept on trying. I also bought an inflatable butt plug. Not too sure...if this really helped but it was fun as a practice trainer. I just kept on trying and trying and feeling a bit miserable every time I failed.So you can imagine my sheer joy when one night the darn thing just ‘popped’ in!. Wow. It was a tad worrying because I felt really stretched. I also got an amazing sexual feeling as the head and ridge passed. He continued to talk about the daily cleaning routine he performed. As I slowly opened my eyes, I caught a glimpse of his erection. His dhoti covered most of it, but I could see his pinkish-brown dickhead poking out.I was aroused and hypnotized yet again, but my female instinct kicked in to check myself. Shockingly my thighs were completely exposed, and a boob had popped out while I was sleeping.Quickly I got decent and stepped out of bed as I heard my husband Ramesh walk in with Simka. He was. ‘That’s all for now my man’ said Lord Edgar to the beady eyed barman, who nodded and reluctantly shuffled out of the room. ‘Well, happy birthday Matthias. Are you not going to unwrap your gift?’ Lord Edgar grinned. ‘I..er, I er’ stammered Matthias. ‘The night is getting on and I must be up early to milk the cattle!’ Miss Robertson said, in a broad Scottish accent. She sounded a little impatient to Matthias and he was slightly taken aback, partly at her broad accent, partly at this rude attitude. Now sit on the bed."I did as she commanded, and Mrs. Jennings handed me a pair of silk stockings to wear. I rolled one pair up and stuck my foot in. Slowly and carefully I worked the stocking over my knee and up my leg. When I was done, Sarah knelt and snapped the stockings to the girdle. Then I did the same with the other pair and the process was repeated.Mrs. Jennings picked up the puffy, white petticoat and snapped it in the air a few times. It seemed to swell even more, and she held it in.