BY JANICEMy name is Ross, I am sixteen years old, and due to a bout with ScarletFever when I was young, I stand four ...eet eleven and a half inches talland weigh in at just less than one hundred pounds. To add to my problems,my mother has a few brain cells missing and for some reason known only toher she has been dressing me as a little girl since I can remember. Iliked wearing all the cute frilly dresses and being treated as a littlegirl. I was not raised as a. Soon the arrangements were made and I was engaged with Prakash. I didn’t complain about anything and acted as if I was very cheerful about the engagement. This made my parents and relatives that I had changed and reduced the restrictions on me. I was given my freedom back. After the engagement, I called Kishor in the night and said him that we’re all set to go. I packed my bag with all my jewelry, few clothes, and Rs. 50,000 cash, took my mother’s ATM card and was waiting for Kishor’s call. He. I somehow managed to do so without letting my choli fall off. Now I put on the new choli. This one had hooks on the back but it was so small that a little bit of my breasts were coming out of it from underneath the choli. I managed to put my breasts completely in by pulling them up. Now it was such that my nipples were just covered even some 2 millimetres less would start to show off my nipples. I then pulled down the lehenga and wore the other one, both of them being elastic at the waist. I. Inhaling deeply through your nose, you suck, lick and tease the head for ten or fifteen seconds more, forcing the very first sound out of me. ‘Oh, god, Mia!’ Having won your little battle, you give my cock a final lick and set me free. With one last, exaggerated swallow you lay back on the rock and look at me with a smile. Your flat belly, with the little diamond in your bellybutton glinting up at me, leads my eyes to your incredible breasts. Finally I reach your eyes, to see that they are.