As it was high summer and unusually hot, the most important thing wouldbe something really light and cool, for instance my long silk floatydress cover...d with a multitude of flowers. Whilst underneath would be adelicate lacy bra and boy shorts set, in coffee colour with whitetrimmings that I had spoilt myself by choosing from the LejabaycollectionIt would only be an over night stay so the evening meal after my arrivalwould have be my focus.It was a long but an easy drive and at reception when. Main girls ko frnds nai banati thi because wo mujhe matlabi lagti hai isliye mere frnds hmesa boys hi hote the , mere class mai 5 frnds the , Rohan , anuj, aman , sagar or Mukesh , hum sab sath hi rehte the or bahut masti karte the , main hmesa tight tops n jeans phena karti jiske wajha se mera figure or v mast lagta tha , main Rohan ko like karti thi but kabhi bola nai tha usko , kyuki mujhe darr lagta tha aise kaamo se , ek thi Rohan ayea mere pass or bola hum sabne Simla ka plan bnayea hai. They were all laughing slapping my exposed bottom and pointing at the mess I was making in front of my panties as they tease me about my hard little dick.They were calling me a faggot, dirty sissy bitch, nigga slut and every other dirty degrading name they could think of calling me. They even laughed at me because the more they degraded me the hotter I got. Oh my sweet little sissy sister, I wish you could have seen how they humiliated and used me that night. They had me begging for it. . If you looked closer you may notice that the hips had small stretch marks upon them, that my breasts could never be called perky, as they had when I was a teenager, and that there was definite wrinkles about my eyes and mouth so that no one would mistake me for twenty ever again.So why the hell had he done this to me?I lifted my hands, and they felt like weights were attached to them, and unzipped and unbuttoned my sweater and skirt. I disrobed slowly, removing even my earrings before again.