We started chatting there.I understood that Samveer also had some feelings for me. Slowly we started chatting on phones and messages but never met any...here else except my friends home. My friend also understood the chemistry between us and she supported us.On 14th February he proposed me and gifted me a small Teddy bear chocolate and a small pouch. Now like other lovebirds we were also dying to meet alone but was always fussed by friends. Finally one fine day he sent a message to me saying that. I sat down on a chair and the shop assistant consulted with my mistress. The result of that was a beautiful pair of red leather six inch heeles shoes, size 6 (which they agreed was perfect for a little sissy). I slipped into them and then attempted to stand up. At first I stumbled, struggling with the acute angle the shoes produced in my body. I held onto the back of the chair and stood again.With that mistress picked out what looked like a corset of the shelf. "I wouldn't do this with every. Maine aunty se kaha, “Aunty aapne reply nahi diya.” Aunty boli, “Raj ye sab theek nahi hai. Tum Sumit ke dost ho.” Maine dheere se aunty ko peeche se hug kiya aur halke se unke boobs dabane laga. Aunty bhi neeche se geeli ho chuki thi.Maine kaha, “Aunty aap sach bolo aap ko achha nahi lagta jab main aapke boobs dabata hu.” Aunty boli but par itne mein hi maine unki baat kaat ke unko lip kiss de diya. Hum dono ne 2 minutes lip kiss ki. Fir maine dheere se aunty ki nighty ke andar haath daala aur. If someone had bothered looking at the "slave bodyguards" they would have noticed that all of them were identical except for their scalp hair--all four had different hairstyles and haircuts. They wore slave collars and were barefoot.Hank was professionally dressed for a presentation in a dark pinstripe suit, contrasting striped shirt and a print tie. One would have to be very near Hank to see that his tie was tastefully printed with tiny cartoon characters. A pair of black wing-tip shoes.