That day I decided against it.I was wearing a dhoti, as usual. When it was an evening I removed my underwear but kept on wearing the dhothi, alone. I ...new the bulge of my cock was visible and that was the plan.My sisters came back from the pond, finishing the bath. They were looking normal, as if nothing has happened. I too pretended normal, though I saw them looking at my bulge between my legs.My sisters went up to the first floor of the house too dry the washed clothes, to hang them on the. “I’m giving you this as a gift” I explained, “and you’ll take it with you, however, there are rules”. She looked attentively at me through her beautiful blue eyes waiting for further instruction. “I will text you from time to time with the word ‘clit’. At that point, I want you to stop what you are doing, no matter where you are and find somewhere to satisfy yourself with this and I want a picture of you doing it.” I grinned, but it was her wide eyed amazed smile that shocked me the most. She. I would soon discover just howsimilar we were.As per normal on Sundays I'd spend the day as the maid carrying out allthe normal duties of a maid, but I would change back to male clothingprior to their arrival. It was always disappointing to have to changeand give up some of girly time, but then again we always looked forwardto our dinners.Around three months ago I'd been preparing for the regular Sundayevening visit with Mark and Linda. The house had been cleaned from topto bottom, the washing. His fills his hands with the fullness of my breasts and softly, ever so gently teases my nipples to full harness. I usually just throw my head back and luxuriate in the feel of his strong fingers coaxing me to the very edge of pleasure. By then, Im usually moaning and grinding and ready for more. But the night is still very young. Carefully, he will help me stand and hell take the shower head to rinse the soap from my body. I have to reach for the railing to keep from falling as he never fails.