I went out into the kitchen, closing the bedroom door quietly so as not to awaken Jennie, while hoping the door wouldn’t squeak as it usually did. T... my great delight it was Mr. White in the kitchen and not Jennie’s mom up early to fix breakfast for her husband. And to my even greater delight, it was a very sunny day, even if it was still cold outside and there was snow on the ground. The Whites had a large picture window in the kitchen which gave them a lovely view of their garden. It also. ..almost. You burn a photo CD, drop it in anenvelope, and address it to Centurion Publications, publishers of ForcedWomanhood and Transformations magazines. I am told to put the envelopeinto the mailbox at the end of your driveway, dressed in my French Maid'suniform and high heels. As any will to resist is gone I put it in themailbox I turn to walk back to the house. Before I reach the door, themail truck arrives and takes the envelope. I burn with shame but notnearly as much months later when. I am Vinay back again with another sex story.Those who don’t know me, I am 26 aged normal built and I work in it and comment to know more personal ;) Coming to the sex story, it happened a few days agoI live in a rented house in Bangalore with friends and my family stays in another city, and we have good house owner who is malayali.They live in ground floor uncle, aunty, daughter and a granny. Uncle will be in roaming around no specific time that only aunty will be knowing and aunty is a house. " He cocked an eyebrow. "Well, yeah," I admitted. "I can see you like hearing about it. So instead of telling you I'm going to show you. Come with me." I followed him to his study. He sat down behind the desk. "Approach the desk, Hannah." He folded his arms behind his head. He was so hot. Everything he did was hot. He had a beautiful, chiseled face, light brown hair and eyes. He was tall and leaned muscled. And he always looked serious. I meekly stood in front of the long desk, looking up at.