The tailor started measuring her and noting down the values. She dropped the pallu and raised her hands for his comfort.I felt the speedy breaths of h...r as she is getting aroused. He intentionally touched her boobs more than necessary and touched and pressed the nipples as if taking the correct measurements. She complained that the front part is very tight and is paining after some time. He innocently examined there and raised the blouse a little by inserting his finger between her boobs, there. I HAD TRIEDEVERTHING ON BEFORE SHE GOT HERE NOT FOR FINAL WEAR BUT JUST TO SEE IFWE WERE CLOSE ENOUGH ON THE FIT TO PROCEED,THE HIGH HEELS WERE SNUG BUTWEARABLE. THE UNIFORM WAS A GOOD FIT THOUGH I NEEDED BREASTS IN A BADWAY TO FILL OUT THE DRESS I PUT ONTHE BLACK GARTER BELT AND FISHNETSTOCKINGS SO NOW I HAD EVERY THING EVEN A LITTLE MAIDS CAP and FEATHERDUSTER/WHEN CYNTHIA CAME IN SHE CLASPED HER HANDS IN GLEE. I SEE WE HAVEA GOOD FOUNDATION AT LEAST SOMETHING TO WORK WITH WE NEED TO GET YOU. ‘Do you need one?’ ‘Need one?’ What was she asking? ‘Need one,’ was such a nebulous question. ‘Brian, do you need a date?’ ‘Ah, are you…are you offering to be my date?’ ‘Only if you need one.’ ‘I do, I mean it would send the right message if I showed up at my manager’s house with…are you really offering?’ ‘Give me fifteen minutes,’ she said as she disappeared down the hallway. Brian removed his coat and took a seat next to Harry. Mary sat across from them. ‘Doesn’t Brian look nice, Harry? The. “King? You? You’re not my king. You will never be my king. I like white dick. I’ve always liked white men and I’ve always dreamed of white men fucking me. Having Brent pop my cherry was everything I’d hoped for. Being fucked by a tall, gorgeous, blond haired, blue eyed white stud with a big cock is what I fantasize about. My king has a big, white prick,” she said. “White cock rules me and my pussy will rule you. No. You’re not my king. You’re my lap dog. If you want to be a part of my life.