.loved all your stories guys..This story sets in hyderabad and ends there too…let me tell about myself..I m Anil..35..matured and professional guy w...ll settled in my job in a middle management job..This story was 3 years before when I was in hyderabad and now I have shifted my base to bhubaneswar…My colleagues name is Sweety..she is 34-36-32…A sexy busy gal who works with me and stays alone…this was a Saturday off and we were getting bored at of course….After 5 pm I asked her about her plan…she. You’re turning into a little slut, aren’t you? I got here early so I’ve eaten already, but you can find a snack before you leave if you’re still hungry.”“Thank you, ma’am. I’d like that,” I replied. The prospect of some real food buoyed my spirits.We spent the next hour in various stores, trying on outfits and purchasing the ones Sheila approved of. Her theme was pretty consistent- short dresses, low-cut tops, sexy bras that held up and pushed out my boobs and no panties whatsoever. In fact,. My mother, a very hot lady in her own right, told me as I was growing up that great beauty was to be shared and not hid away beneath layers of clothing. My father agreed with her and we all were naturalist before nudist colonies became an accepted lifestyle. Anyway, my husband preferred me to sit in the far corner of the last pew of the church on Sunday mornings. That particular Sunday morning, as I dressed for church, I slipped into a white, Empire waist tunic top and a very short, white,. What could I do?First I pulled up the black thong and black thigh high stockings. Itfelt weird pulling them on over the fake ass, but the panties fit mesnuggly. Then I pulled up the tan thigh high stockings. It was hard todo with the cincher on so tight, but I managed to pull them up withoutgetting a run in them. The feeling of stockings always sent a tinglethru my body. This time was no different and I was glad for the specialpanty that covered my growing erection.Next was the top. It was a.