In fact, there were about eight different bedrooms and I shared one with a friend. One of the regular employees was a married lady named Margaret. I h...d always liked Margaret and she always called me her favourite boy. She was about five feet four inches tall with lovely blonde hair, big rounded tits, and a trim waist that was exaggerated by her wide belt, which she always wore tight with an above-the-knee blue serge skirt. Her tits looked lovely and full inside her crisp white blouse. She had. It's not a thong or g-string, but a pair of hip hugger briefs that cut short along the ass, so that the bottoms of my cheeks hang out of the panties. I see a pair of white fishnet stockings covering my well toned legs, and as my eyes sweep down to my feet I see a pair of leather six inch spike heeled sandals on them. I smile to myself in the dream, and wonder who's taking in this sexy sight of me dressed like a naughty school girl.I hear rustling in front of me, and lift my head from viewing my. ..* * * * * * * *Arrass prowled along the dimly-lit corridor, alert for any sound or senseof guards or others, his spear ready to silence them before an alarmcould be sounded. He glanced back at the closed but unlocked door behindhim - Charles of the Caste of Metal Workers had unlocked it with hisaccustomed skill but, sadly, his abilities in other fields were sadlylacking. He was no Warrior to be sure but he would not make a good huntereither, being clumsy and, well, just large and highly. After 3 more days of endless traditional practices we found our peace and time to relax (Whooooo! Marriages in Bangladesh never come easy). I also started preparing papers for her Visa application. One day in the morning she was wearing a beautiful saree after taking a bath, her hair was wet, her hands were full of mehndi (kind of temporary Bangladeshi tattoo applied to married women), her ears and nose were pierced and were having golden jewellery on them, her neck was having a golden chain.