I was in the thinnest piece of fabric I owned and a pair of my panties. He was scooting under the sheet. The same sheet that I was under. We were goin... to sleep together. The words in my mind held the wrong meaning to what they actually meant to the situation, but, my meaning for those words sounded so much better. We were sleeping together. I wanted him to hold me so bad but I was scared beyond belief that he would actually touch me. In the dark, under his sheets, in his bed. My body was. However, the time would be of my wife’s choosing. The Brigadier spread his large palm over my wife’s lovely pubic area and caressed it lovingly. Sumi always kept her pussy clean and shaved. The Brigadier was pleased with the smoothness he felt when he caressed Sumi’s pubic region. He said, “Sumi, you are nice and smooth.”“Do you like it this way, Prem?” Asked Sumi.“I love it darling.” said the Brigadier taking the initiative to call my wife ‘Darling’.“Well, Raj always likes me clean shaven and. So, I started chatting with the guy as myself and sometimes posing as Nayana. The guy seemed to be straight guy but absolutely inexperienced in sex. He used to chat with me very formally, but whenever I use to pose as Nayana, he used to get a hard on and was willing to jump into bed with her immediately. Well this continued for about a month and I used to brief Nayana about the progress on a day to day basis. She used to laugh it away but she knew I was serious. One day, I asked her “If you are. Staying here with me, you'll be mixing withsome of the finest elements of British society, andyou'll need appropriate clothes. Pick out as much asyou'd like and, if you want something they don'thave, let me know and I'll get it for you.'At that moment, a large group of well dressed womenand men came into the room. Richard whisperedinstructions to the woman who appeared to be incharge and left the room. Over the course of the nextthree hours, I was treated to my own private fashionshow..