Ananya stood up, face to face within inches, her shit covered finger directly between us."You see this?" she said, motioning to her finger."Mmhmm," I ...aid."This is my shit. It came from me. You see me as a sexy, tight teenage girl. But this sexy teenager had this in her." She paused, looked down, and darted her eyes back up to me. "...What do you think of that?" she asked.Without the slightest ounce of malice. She got me. She knew that I truly was an ass man. As I looked at the brightness in. As she entered the living room she saw a young lady standing in the doorway, looking around. She had beautiful auburn hair, which clashed horribly with the red striped blouse she was wearing and was in desperate need of a good cut. She had a fairly impressive bosom, which was over-accentuated by the fact that the stripes on her blouse ran horizontally. To top it all off, she was wearing a pair of rose colored jeans.Irene couldn't help but wonder if the girl was colorblind."Can I help you?". No, maybe I can pick her up earlier and we could go get something decent at Jerry's Steak House." Okay. Give her a call and find out if you can pick her up early. Then we'll go from there."I ran downstairs and made the call and she was home and yeah, she wouldn't mind something besides a burger for dinner and if I could pick her up early that would be swell. So I ran back up the stairs and told Kathy it wouldn't be burgers. Johanna was sitting at my desk in Kathy's robe. I noted that she had. On the third morning the Lady Petrova came into my presence as I was completing my ablutions and completely naked. I endeavoured to conceal my nakedness but she plucked the towel away. She lifted me and placed me in her apron pocket where I found that a seamstress had been at work. The inside wall of the pocket had been stitched to the skirt and a slit made through the pocket and the skirt. As the Lady Petrova’s hand placed me into the pocket she pushed my legs through the slit into the dark.