Even with her widest crinoline and lightest day dress she would be wearing far more than you are now.’ I sipped some more wine. I looked down at my ...lothes. I was wearing a clay-stained baggy T-shirt over a loose seersucker skirt. My legs and feet were bare. As I looked I felt myself turning into Elaine. As usual when I’m listening to one of Martha’s tales, shortly after she started talking in my head I became the heroine of the story and experienced it as if I was that person. Now I had become. Mera bahut mann karta tha ki main unke mumme ko jor se dabayoon aur unka dood piyoon. Par aisa hona namumkin tha phir bhi main mann hi mann main koi na koi koshish karne ke liye laga rehta tha.Phir ek din main aur meri chachi dopahar ko unke kamre main film dekh rahe the usme hero – heroin ke saath jor jor se chipak kar kiss kar raha tha, maine channel change kar diya tabhi chachi ne mujhe kaha ki channel kyon change kiya to main unki tarf dekh raha tha par kuch nahin bola. Chachi ne bhi kuch. ” Maygan said and I felt my slave ass being beaten by a small crop mum had taken from the wall beside. I jumped in the air from the unexpected pain I was given. So I hurried to get inside the slave room and lied on the leather board. “You’re ok in there?” I heard mum asking and her voice sounded hollowly but like a caring mother ones. I held my hardly moveable thumb up and the hatch was closed. Darkness was all around and I started to feel the metal walls and tried to find out by myself what. What do you think?" Yes, I think you may just be right. It was certainly exciting when we played it!" Shall I tell him about that?" she giggled and my hand pinched her round soft bottom suggestively."If you think he needs that stimulus to get excited," I teased."It may take some more rehearsal... sessions. Here, I mean... privately?" Sue looked at me for reaction."Oh, sure, I... think that is... necessary." Oh, good, thank you for being so supportive, dear." She threw her arms around my neck.