I pulled her into my arms and kissed her open, softly yielding lips. Her body melted in my embrace. I could feel the heat of her moist pussy through t...e thin fabric of her nightie. My hands crept downwards, stroking her buns. Then, her hands pushed against my chest and she reluctantly disengaged from my embrace. ‘Sameer! Do you know how sore I am down there? I don’t think I can do it for another month! Besides, if I don’t start dressing, I will be late for my friend’s mehendi ceremony.’ She. I got nervous and I got up went back into the bathroom. I took off my panties, stockings and mini skirt and put my man clothes back on. I left my girly clothes there and said, "sorry, I have to go."As I look back now, it was very risky, I could have been hurt. I also look back and wish that I had at least stayed long enough to let him cum. I left him before he had a chance too cum. I'm sure he had a good time after I left. He probably used my panties to jerk himself off.I did call him the next. That`s when I heard it. A murmur. I stepped towards the stockroom door which was ajar. Voices! Stella`s. And someone else`s too! A man`s!I peered through the gap between the door and the door-frame.... the sight from within making me take a sharp intake of breath. Stella! With Simon, the negro bloke that often delivered stock from a local supplier. Her semitransparent blouse undone, her black, lacy bra-cups jutting out, her businesslike skirt discarded on the polished floor. His dark hands. Jenkins, and dropped into acurtsey again, saying, "I understand that I am Mr. Jenkins' sissy slave.I will do anything you tell me to do or I will be punished. I am yourwilling slave, Sir." Understanding what you have been told, it's time to prove yourself.Kneel by the bed." With those words, my new master took charge of hississy.I knelt by the bed, watching as Mr. Jenkins went to the bottom drawerwhere I had placed my limited array of bondage toys. He took out theadjustable spreader bar and.