I walked forward till I could touch the silk sheets on the bed and I head the rustling of movement. I heard movement and stood so still, hoping I woul...n't be seen (a childish wish really) I heard him whisper quietly into my ear and I jumped gasped and turned around so fast I fell to the floor...HE caught me by my arms and held me close, He whispered little one dont fear me, lifting my chin. He slowly raises my chin and I finally see who was my new Master, my eyes widen and I knew. This would be. The art instructor was a well proportioned middle aged woman with an ample bosom and a neatly trimmed ‘landing strip’ above her vagina. Everyone that met her liked her immediately even though you got the distinct impression that her classes were going to be anything but ‘normal’.Jennifer soon realized that this class she had enrolled in was going to be ‘different’ when this gregarious instructor had insisted that EVERYONE should be naked for her classes – men and women alike. It was not fair. And Naomi was going along with her. I wondered how to handle this situation. Then again, what was there to handle? It wasn’t a problem that I could identify just because my mother and my girlfriend were extraordinarily close. So, for now, I would accept it as a good omen.Naomi living in the same house as my family was a mixed blessing. We could forget about privacy, at least during the day and evening. There was always someone around. I’m sure my parents didn’t mean to interrupt our love life. Then my sister came to me asked me to wear saree. She also gave the blouse which she brought it from her friend. I also started to wear the dress after complete wearing the dress I found very sexy. The black blouse was very transparent and the chiffon saree also more transparent. This dress exposes my body very much. Then my sister changed her dressed in to sexy saree. After that she came me to started to make up me and also adjusted my saree below the naval. She also brought the matching bindi.