Mai bhi usaka lund hato me liye use garam kar rahi thi. Ab samir ko raha nahi gaya usane muze bed par dhakel diya our mere upper aa gaya. Dono ekdusre...o dekh rahe the. Sharab our sex ki nasha puri bhar gayeethi. Samir ne spang ke ball nikal kar phek diye our real me mere chote chote boob dabane laga. Muze maja aa raha tha. Maine mere haat samir ke gale me dal diye. Ab samir ne apna haat meri bra ke under dal ke boob dabana shuru kiya dhire dhire usak josh badaneLaga our jor jor se dabana. "What are you thinking?" she asked, leaning on the bar toward me. "How strong this damn whiskey is" we both laughed, Amanda taking a swig out of the bottle. "Eh, I could drink two of these suckers" she was slurring her words and obviously leaving tipsy far behind. "Sure...just like me" I whispered, taking the bottle and taking a swig. "You're so damn beautiful in this light" she whispered, peering at my surprised face intently. "And...you're perfect" the whiskey left little room for modesty.. ..immersed in girlie thoughts and girlie emotions.But all the while, there is this fear in the background - a fear of being caught in her stockings and underwear. So whilst you indulge yourself in girlie ecstasy and effeminacy, there is this common discomforting interface with the real world as you repeatedly peek through the blinds, or from behind the curtains lest she arrive home earlier than expected. The guilt builds up and conflates with an intense shame.“Boys and men don’t dress up in. Mistress was close to the kitchen. I walked out and she stopped me; took my beer and didn’t hesitate before she actually hit me in the face, a hook across my jaw then handed me the beer back. The second youngest walked up to me and pinched my ass and said “Looks like you got caught stealing from the hen house you will learn to only do what you are told” I replied “Yes, Mistress 2 you are right” quietly. “So that’s the secret” the oldest daughter said and then she kicked me in the balls. .