I don't know if i even took a breath during that long walk to her chair, but i remember feeling the blood pulse through my entire body. mrs. brinson...held the chair out for me and i took a seat. with her hands still on the back of the chair mrs. brinson lowered her head and from behind me whispered in my ear. "i know you're nervous and maybe a little confused, but just try and relax okay james." i breathed in the smell of her perfume and with her mouth just inches from my ear a shiver ran. Ek javan jodaa balcony mee laghbhagh madhyaa bhaag me baithaa thaa.Ham uskee nechee kee tesree katar mee zaakar bith gayee. Picture shruu hue. Hamare jasee kise nojavan college boy jo kee ek bahut acche gathee huee badan kaa black negroo thaa aur heroine koee english lady thee.Unkee beech ishq kee kahanee thee. Thodee der to picture dhyaan see dekhee uskee baadDevu ne meree chut par haath maraa aur aur apne seat par bathee hue hee meree ko apnee bahupaash me lee liya. Kitnee deer me uske. I was led out in the shopping centre proper, heading for the mainentrance and the street beyond. It took some minutes again as theshoppers once again stopped us to question my clothing.More than one of the ladies present commented that there husband,boyfriend or son, could benefit from being dressed as a girl. The malesthat were with these particular ladies looked at me in fear as theycontemplated there future if they didn't book up there ideas.After a deluge of sympathy for my sister's choice. About three weeks later Boris was in bed reading his scientific journal when Aachen, his manservant knocked politely and entered the room.“Sire,” he said.“Fuch off Aachen, I don’t want a wank or a blow job nor do I wish to fuch your ass nor do I want you to fuch mine,” Boris replied putting the ageing pervert firmly in his place. “A thousand pardons but I have a young lady for you,” Aachen apologised.“What in gods name?” Boris asked.“Hello Boris,” Ekaterina said as she stepped around the door.