Suddenly she got up and realized I was doing some thing wrong and slapped me.I said sorry to her and slept. After this many a times I used to fantasiz... about her by imagining those sight of her dress changing scene .She used to completely show her boobs while doing household work.She used to wear tight clothes due to which her proper figure was getting displayed. Next day my father came back to home on vacation. I felt sad as now I won’t be able to sleep beside my mom even though in same room. One time my date told me to come to her home rather early.She wanted to do some work on me. She wanted me to wear the exact samemakeup she was wearing that evening. She wanted to look at my face andsee herself, right down to the spectacularly shiny lip gloss shefavored. Her mother helped do my makeup just right. Good thing mysisters had put my hair into a high swinging pony tail as I left to goon this date. Luckily the long dangly ruby earrings my sisters made mewear, absolutely set off the. Sex with a fourteen year-old? No. Sex with a girl made to look like a pre-teen? Hell, no! But as I say, Anna was beautiful. She had that golden hair characteristic of some northern European people, and despite the baggy sweat-shirt I had no difficulty in visualising the form beneath. But next to me, on her knees as she preferred, was the one woman who epitomised femininity for me.Yelka placed a plate in front of me, piled high with bacon, sausage, scrambled eggs, hash-browns, beans, mushrooms.. ”The two women stood aside as she let the Velcro restraints fall free over the sides of the railing.“It’s bandaged, isn’t it? How could I damage anything without yanking them off?” Phil asked.“It is, but we didn’t want you rubbing it. Still, I should have removed these some time ago. It’s not a positive image to wake up too.”“At least you lost the armed guards,” Phil mumbled.“Hush up, dear,” Jane said, grasping his hand as she leaned over, kissing him. “Just be glad you’re alive. You were so.