In time, I took her uniform, never questioning how fussy it was, how feminine it looked, how utterly impractical it seemed for a menial servant, desig...ed more for visual appeal than hard work.With dwindling resistance, I performed the duties she asked of me, following her willingly down a road that became more intimate with every passing day. Household chores at first, personal attention later. I'd dress her, brush her hair, help her bathe. It never seemed strange to me, it never seemed. The look appeared both innocent and sophisticated. Both my hairstylist and the cook left mid-afternoon, which left me with a few hours before Louis would come back. I started by shaving, first my armpits and my legs. Then I shaved all of my pussy hair, save a small thin rectangular landing strip, I figured that I could invite Louis to remove that later, if he so wanted. I spent over an hour doing my eyes, just to ensure that my lashes were thick and long, my brows were shaped and penciled. I sat on my jacket and didn't completely give hima break as I sat as close as I could. A big man on his side kept himfrom moving away and Jackie on my side started to inch closer as well.I looked up at her frowning and she winked before whispering."You are driving him nuts. Keep it up girl." We giggled. It didbother me that I couldn't scream like I wanted to when our team made agood play. The modulator just couldn't handle it, but I whistled orclapped as best as I could. The game was a. Com me tha. Mujhe pata chla ki yogita ki sadii ho gayee hai. Lekin wo bhi bhayander(Mumbai) me hi hai. Par mein janta nahi tha ki wok aha hai. Ek din ki baat hai. May ka mahina tha. Mein apne friend ke yahaa gaya tha ki achanak mujhe ek ladki dikhi jo mere samne ese aa rahi hai. Wo koi aur nahi yogita thi. Usne red color ki saree pahni thi. Wo mujhe pehchaan li. Wo ekdam sex bom lag rahi thi. Uske hoth raseele aur red thee. Uska boobs to bap re bap sure 40” ka hoga. Wo ruk gayee aur mera hall.