Coming to the story, I got her number from her school diary secretly when she was not in the class and had gone to meet chemistry teacher for clearing...some doubt.I then started sending her jokes and messages daily. My phone number was not saved in her phone and so she called to know who was sending the messages.I told her that I am Sai. She then asked why I was sending her messages and also asked from where I got her number. I told that a friend gave me.I apologized to her saying that I was. Directly in front of me was a door, leading into my Mistress's house, with some empty shelves next to it on the right. The whole room was done in white; walls, door, even the washing machine and dryer were all white. Only the floor was different, bare concrete with a two inch basin that gave the room its name; you could wash the mud off your feet or shoes in that basin, or maybe even clean a small pet.On the door was taped a small white sheet of paper with large, black non-descript letters in. There was nothing objectionable about M. She had a cute face, normal disposition, and it was clear that she had other friends, but wanted to take a friend out at night who might not always get a chance to enjoy the typical bar-going college lifestyle. The special thing was that M was neither pitied nor condescended her friend. She treated her like any other college friend. I know many of you may say, ‘Well, that’s not nice, that’s just the decent thing to do,’ but trust me, most females at my. .Meanwhile mommy was getting my new dress for me. I had already switched mysuspenderbelt for a small waistcorset with attached suspenderstraps(apparantly the outfit mommy had chosen for me tonight needed it) and ihad swapped my bedroom mules for a gorgeous pair of rhinestone sandaletteswith a 5" heel. I was really getting in the mood now and when mother cameinto the room with a large box with the logo of one of the topfashionshops in town , i was purring and almost squeeled when i opened.
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