Mamta ne kaha ki under cebin me ja kar so jao or sare kapde utar do, meabhi ati hu jub mera dost under gaya to mamta ne muj se puch ki kya app ka dost...Bazaru orte ke pas bhi jata hekya sex ke lie to mene kaha medam muje to nahi lagta ki wo ese kam karta honga phirDr under gai kor us ka chek up kiya or 5 minute bad hi wapas aa gai or kuchjanch wagere likh ke kaha ki ye karwa lena or ajj evening me 9 baje muje dikhado taki me app ko dawa likh du hum ne wo sari janch wagerh karwa li or hum. Todepart from it would feel like falling off the edge of the world. Therewas nothing for it but to face this calamity head on and bluff it out.With carefully planned excuses in my head I went downstairs to face thestorm. To my surprise nothing was said. No confrontation but I did thinkI was getting strange looks from Rosie. I put it down to a degree ofparanoia on my part. I was just so relieved that my misdeed had notbecome an issue.Monday morning I arose and went through my usual hygiene. She started to blush. “I am not very pretty, Joseph. I think men look at me and when they do they look only at my…my bosoms. These breasts, Joseph,” she went on to say. I looked at her chest. Yeah okay, she had nice big boobs. There was no doubt about that but it was not her boobs that got my attention. It was her smile and also her personality. That caught my attention. And that’s what I told her. “You like my smile and personality more then these breasts of mine?” she asked. “Yes Greta and. Marie must have boughtthese whilst she was out shopping.At the bottom of the note was a final instruction, bring your BUTT plugwe will need it. Dressed as instructed I went down to the next stage ofour new life.Marie was in the kitchen sat at the table reading, she told me to sit anddrink the coffee she had made, and she made no mention of how I wasdressed. To tell the truth I felt very extremely uncomfortable, I can'tcount of how many fantasies I have had about a moment like this, thefeelings.