Opening me to make their exploration easier. My tears flow, not for the shameyou are forcing upon me but for my reaction to it. While my legs may be t...embling it is with desire not fear. My swollen lowerlips part as moisture weeps from them. My hips twist and jerk spasmodicallyas they search for new hands willing to caress me. I feel shameless and atthe same time I'm full of shame. I have followed your lead, I am what you'vecreated, and I've become your willing slut. Even the other subs feel. In keeping with my cover, I was dressed bordering on the edges of sultryand matronly. My natural hair, grown out now after seven weeks of SissySquad boot camp, was mostly gray, and styled simply, much like Ms.Mirren. My makeup and jewelry were perfect, of course. I was wearingthe lightest silk blouse, Periwinkle blue, with the top three buttonsopen, showing the lovely lines of curves my push-up bra was creating. ASt. John?s blazer and knee-length skirt, from the most-recent. .. is somewhat scintillating.With that in mind, I did some of my morning routine, dusting, vacuuming, sitting down and watching Days of Our Lives. I checked on my smartphone, my goodness that show has been on since 1965!No call from Richards school, so I was thankful that took care of things.Back to vacuuming, not hearing the front door open and close, and “Hey Beautiful,” with a slap on my rear end.“Richard, you are home early. Did something happen?”“They adjusted my schedule, after removing. Anyways nothing actually happened during that trip to india. She finished her work & went back to her country. Later on one or two occasions we interacted over phone & on chat with regards to work. This led to regular chatting & teasing each other. Both became good & close friends. She was always asking me why i didn¡¦t ask her out when she in india & how i started liking this girl who is married & is 4 or 5yrs older then me. Off course there was no wrong intention from either of us. This chat.