What am I doing? she thought as she took the frilly satin panties downfrom the hanger. She felt immersed in a sea of humiliation. Becausecross-dressin... was a kind of torture; a sultry, inescapable torment thatalways left her breathless with joy, agony and bliss. It was both surrenderand a betrayal, triumph and defeat. No matter how much she enjoyedthis, there would also be that sense of inner conflict, the legacy of herdivided personality.She hesitated no more than a second. The allure, the. We stopped for lunch and ate quickly. In less than half an hour's time wewere back at it. I found myself impressed at the progress we were making.The building overall looked ready to welcome vacationers once again.Still, I knew there was a lot of work left to do. Auntie M and I parted ways early and I made my way home having promised tostart on dinner. I found myself thinking that perhaps dinner at seventhirty wasn't so bad, well if Mom would be making it. I laughed aloudgarnering curious. Knowles knew what he was doing but he wanted to keep at his game. 'Whats wrong Mo? Is there something wrong?' 'No Todd, theres nothing wrong with me.' Mo responded. 'No who?' Todd said slightly irritated. 'Nothing is the matter Mr. Knowles.' Monique corrected herself. Mr. Knowles began to part her legs. 'Take off your shorts and panties Mo. I wanna see your fat kat some more.' Monique did as asked and was only in her camp shirt. Todd took Mo and sat her on top of the desk that was next to the. Mein intezaar ker raha tha aage hone wali cheezon per….Meri biwi bed per baithi aur usne ishaara ker ke us buddhe ko paas bitha liya….uske badan se gandi badboo thi halki si…per meri biwi ne shaayad dhaayan nahin diya….woh ab ek mote, gande sadak wale buddhe ko uper se neeche tak dekh rahi thi….kala rang, tond aur badbo…..Accha to tumhe jab mauka mile to tum haath pherna shuru ker doge kya….Arre madam aap ho he itni sexy ke kya karo…kabhi heroine ko asli mein nahin dekha….Accha yeh batao ki.