Mywife Jean is a few years younger, athletic and quite attractive. Shefills her time with various women's clubs, tennis etc. with a specialemphasis on...Tennis with Jack, the pro at her club. They make a formidableteam, and I'm proud of how she and Jack can take on all comers.Then there's Bill: a stock broker, tall, muscular and a natural salesman.He and I are friends, having met at the gym where I go for swimming. Heand Jean took to each other immediately and we often go out together, Jimalways. And if you choose not be my slave and walks away, I will make it sure you don’t get any place to stay or any work to earn your living, you will forced to eat from garbage and live on streets and I will hunt you down and run you over with my new Bentley gifted by your father making your death horribly painful by crushing ever part, organ and bone of your body to pulp before finally killing you and I will easily get away with it, now decision is yours.As my slave you have to wake up at 5 a.m. no. One day when I had finished the feeding schedule and putting bed of Sanika when Rohit walked in. I was dressed in a blue see through saree with a blouse tied with streiongs on back. The back was so open that it was apparent that there was no brassiere inside it. Rohit saw me with horny eyes and smailed,”Swapna you have a nice body,”he said directly and blocked my path. I smiled and made to take my pallu but actually let it slide. Rohit’s eyes almost popped out when he saw my hge breasts heaving. ..==========================================The Line UpI was never the best looking girl in the world. No, I'll never lay claim to that. But I do have a story I'd like to unfurl, a tale to pull out of my hat.You see, I'm a man who likes to don clothes that your average Joe wouldn't wear. I've not told a soul; no nobody knows that I'm so into make-up and hair.I love to wear dresses or blouses and skirts, draped over my lacy corset. Tucked into a girdle; who cares if it hurts? It's all for the.