Part 7: The Trip HomeOn the way home we pulled in to a roadside cafe. My husband went to the boot of the car and I followed. He took out a dog collar ...ith the word "SLUT" written on it. "Please, don't." He fastened it around my neck. We went into the cafe. There were 6 customers, all male, a waitress and a bar tender. I started to head for a booth but my husband insisted that we sit up at the bar. I struggled with my skirt to cover my behind on the high stool. "Leave it alone, let everyone have. We met at one of the famous multiplex in Andheri. We chatted a lot. I’m a very good listener and she was a chatterbox so the company was awesome. We finally bid goodbye and went back to home. To tell you something about this lady, She was well built and quite sexy. It was during the chat at mulitplex that i came to know that she was 30 years old but she was looking like a teenage girl. She had a figure that a normal guy could dream of and had perfect assets. I admired in my mind about her boobs. I slid on the red lacy thong panty and matching bra and then the thigh hi nylons. I love the feeling of nylons. Next I went to my wives makeup table and did my makeup and finished buy putting on stick on nails. I stepped into my black dress that goes to just above my knees and put on my red wig and after sliding on my black heels I was done and I felt so nice. I paraded around the house for a few minutes wishing I could go outside but was too scared. So I headed to the bedroom and to my. There is no bright line to demarcate where our responsibility starts — and where it must end. And being the often-precise creatures that we are, this unavoidable fuzziness is distressing to say the least.We will work to understand and meet these new requirements as best we can, although I'm sure many of our efforts will be imprecise, and sometimes inadequate. I can only hope that they will be recognized as being performed to the best of our abilities and understandings at the time.And such.