“Was I good Master” She looked at him with innocent eyes. He smiled and patted her back “you were awesome my princess” he said. He moved his h...nd on her face and spread all the drooling saliva on her face. Her face was shining in all that saliva. Looking at that shimmering face he patted her cheeks “you look like my personal slut now” he said. She smiled and nodded “I’m your permanent slut sir” she replied. He smiled and told her to clean his cock with her tongue. She cleaned all the drooling. To finish the look I had purchased a pair of rather large breast forms and a blond wig. Just before she got home I dressed up in my clothes and applied some of my wife's makeup. I had been practicing the week before, so I would have just the right look when she walked in. When I looked in the mirror I can't adequately describe the feelings that coursed through my body. I was so excited. It was wonderful to me to look in a mirror and see a beautiful woman staring back. I couldn't wait for her to. She deftly pulled at it, rolled down my pajamas a little and held my turgid and blood gorged cock in her hand and gently moved the foreskin forward and backward. By this time I was moving my hand right up her leg. I lifted her saree and petticoat up and ran my hand up her smooth legs and thighs. I reached her panties and found it soaking wet. I gently pulled down her panties. She gently lifted her ass so that I could slip it down her ass as well. I gripped her ass and rubbed my hand gently over. 'You'll be shaved in your cell once a week, prisoner' said Madame Mindy, putting the trimmer back on the table.'No I won't, young Lady....I'll be out of here in two days. I'm not staying the whole week now' I thought to myself. But I dared not speak. I kept my eyes on the floor.'Now go on down the corridor, please'.I jangled off down the corridor again, as fast as I could in the ankle shackles. Madame Mindy’s high heels clicked behind me on the stone floor. My cuffs were hurting more and more..