OrAunti to thi hi mall par uska husband jab uski itni thukai kar deta h to meri dal kha se glegi to m udas ho gya pr fir bhi dil nhi mana to maine kuc... chance lene ki sochiek din subah subah utha to wo mujhe ghoor rhi thi m bathroom me nhane gya or toliya lapet k bahr aaya, achanak se janboojh k maine apna tavel gira diya, maine neeche jan boojh k kuch bhi nhi pahna tha or ye dikhaya k glti se hua or kisi ne nhi dekha hoga, pr jab uski taraf Najar milai to wo hansi or chli gyi, mere to ab bhi. But when I did look at her face, I’d admire it too, able to read it and appreciate it thoroughly. She had such a pretty look, with her almond-shaped face, her deep-set eyes and full lips, aquiline nose; the way she’d tuck her shoulder-length curly light brown locks behind her ears. I think she looked more serene in these moments, with no one looking, no pressure to play a role.(That’s the beauty of peeping on a woman who is alone. You see who they really are. Their true character. How they are. He did not object and so, as well as wearing thenightdress during lovemaking to begin with, it soon became his normalnight-time attire.Well, as you might imagine with the lesbian theme dominating, a gradualfeminisation process followed with the husband putting up little or noresistance to this progression.To start with, he removed all his body hair, at his own suggestion.This was just after he started wearing nightdresses, in particular hisnew satin one. He now keeps his body completely hair. Now your cage has beenmoved to a new room. I'll take you there and you can get somesleep." I was shown to the forbidden basement, but I was just tootired to care. When the door of my new room was opened I gasped. Inside was prison cell with bars and stone. I was too tired to focusin on all the gear that was arraigned around the room. I saw my cageattached to a pulley system. I crawled in dressed as I was and laydown. Suddenly I felt it rise into the air. Mike looked me in theeyes and.