Constant work. There were always clothes to be ironed and bedsto be made and food to cook and dishes to wash.Do you know how uncomfortable a butt-plug...is? Do you know howhumiliating a cock-cage is? Do you know how embarrassing it is to haveto meet with your boss and ask to work from home so everyone won't seeyou in a dress?Oh, there was sex. My tongue got quite a workout..Molly's pussy. Molly'sass. Molly's feet. If I complained, she cuffed me. But not overnight. Ihad to get up to make the. Even the college mother chose for me hindered my sexual development, as it not only was a religious school but close to home so she could watch over me. After graduation and twenty-one, I married Darleen, a young lady from our church only because my mother said it was time for me to find a wife and settle down. Our wedding night was a disaster as neither knew what to do or cared to do it. After another couple of failed attempts, we just kind of forgot about our marital duties. My first job was. The seven young women were instructed to disrobe completely (except for their socks of course) and each was bent over one table, so that their heads were at the hub of the wheel and their bottoms pointed outwards, radiating from the center.When I finally commenced the caning, with a resounding stroke across the first bottom (I had arranged them in alphabetical order), an individual shriek and a collective gasp left no doubt that a major event was taking place. I progressed slowly around the. V. the previous night. So they went straight to the location, and told the shop keeper about the type of bra and its name. Then after a few minutes, they decided to buy three bras of that type in different colors. Next, they went to a restaurant and finished their dinner. It was 8 pm when they came back home.They went straight into the bedroom, as they both were eager to see the new bra. Sonali went to the bathroom to change. So, Mukesh was waiting to see his mom in her new bra, and he was.