She also realised there was no way she could ever put it on by herself, or indeed, get out of it! After several desperate attempts, the corset resolut...ly remained unfastened. Her hands simply would not reach the hooks, eyes and laces. With a sickening shock, she realised she would never be able to dress herself. After watching Sissy's helpless antics, Wendy took pity and deftly secured the laces at the back. As the corset took shape Sissy gaped stupidly in the mirror and watched her waist. Tenelai has many rich Komati and kamma men and women always in riches. We are poor and living only on the salary we earn. I am a lady maid servant in one of the kamma rich land-lord worth more than 12 crores in tenali. Tenali has very many beautiful kamma caste women and black-skin Komati women. Komati women were also very rich but very misers. They do not spend but save everything. Komati women are crazier for sex compared to kamma women. Married and un-married, divorced and widowed Komati. M. in the morning, not a soul but we two were there.Party chick, suggested we warm up in one of the Mall's heated bus stops. These three sided glass walled shelters had heat lamps that kept warmed the frigid air just to the point of tolerable. She had no more than lite up a cigarette than we started making out. My cold hands began exploring beneath her sweater, till they found her warm soft breasts. She shuttered when I traced her nipples with an icy fingertip with shivering moans. She returned. She pushed herself back up with her hooves against the tub and her tail moved with her. But not really human anymore, she reminded herself. As the shower chased away the bits of dirt and shampoo still draining, she picked up her tail. If she had to pick a positive thing out of the whole change, aside from the huge ti- boobs, she thought, it'd be her tail. She thought of it as a separate part of her. A companion of some kind. She was beginning to love it in an odd sort of way; like a mangy.