I had surrendered, admitted defeat, I was his now, and he was my master.SIX MONTHS LATER...Despite the terrible tightness of the corset, I expectantly...kneeled before the apartment door awaiting my Master’s return. I knelt with hands stretched out, holding the ice-cold beer in a frosty mug, my Master’s preferred drink upon arriving home.I was dressed to please him. Starting at the bottom, my toe nails were perfectly maintained through my weekly visits to a local salon operated by a colleague of. Rubbing her finger overthe washboard in a ?come hither? motion, she then uses her thumb to rubMarci?s clit. Marci?s breathing deepens. ?I?m checking your sensitivity,just relax and grab the sides of the table.?A minute later, Marci is very wet. Dr. stops ?Very good, nice and wet.?Dr. then takes her dripping wet finger and takes a long, deep smell ,her lips quiver at the aroma.Unstrapping Marci?s feet and legs, ?Sit up? she orders and Marcicomplies. Now a naked Marci is sitting in front of Dr,. They chatted through the week and decided to meet. Three weeks from the uneventful night at lonavala, amith once again dressed as a woman. His 26-year-old ripe body was milku white with hair waxed down. He applied thick red lipstick to give a bitch look and used cream all over him to make his body extra smooth. Toenails and fingernails were polished, used thick black on eyes, wore long earrings, and a round nosering. Her sleeveless inners a chiffon saree made her really look like a plump woman.. ’ ‘Who are they?’ ‘Drug dealers, they will help him.’ ‘Well, Shit! Oh! I am sorry, please forgive me.’ She laughed, ‘I’m not that much of a prude, you are forgiven.’ That evening after a visit to Victoria’s Secret, a quick stop at Wal-Mart and a visit to the wig shop they got a room in a nice motel. Rick paid cash for everything. Rick sat Keiko at the vanity in the dressing area. He had a cheap hair cutting outfit. He put a large plastic bag over her shoulders. ‘Do you want me to do it?’ Or do.