They were both well satisfied with their lives as they’d agreed to live them.Miss Jordan sold her house at a huge profit when a developer needed it ...or a development of a complex of shops and apartments catering to the wealthy. She was able to live in her old home for one year until the developer needed it. She bought a larger home, originally built 100 years before, in an older area of town that was coming back. The house was three stories, with five bedrooms. Miss Jordan set about. He was not aware, but Maggieordered a few skirts and blouses, a raincoat with a lining, panties.She ordered three bras, suspecting that the ones he had were not thecorrect size. Nightgowns in nylon instead of cotton. Black lisle hoseto go with the serving uniforms, but regular nylon thigh-highs foreveryday wear. In other words a complete wardrobe. She really began tofeel sorry for this pitiful human being that she destroyed, and vowed topay for the new wardrobe herself.When she returned. ”She said, pulling me from my ear until I was in the middle of the room there, she pushed my hands out of the sight and left me there.I had to stay naked, while everyone stared at me, it was a frontal nude, even when I was keeping my legs closed it was helpless, without my hands to cover me I felt exposed to everyone.About one hour later, My aunt said that she had a headache, she asked our neighbors to go back to their home and sent me to make dinner.“When you have the dinner ready go and move. They ask for water in a very apologetic and requesting manner. I sense an opportunity immediately – anyway there is no one home. At home, my attire is a banian and dhoti.So I go to the kitchen in the pretext of getting water. There I quickly get rid of my underwear, out of the sight of the two girls, and then adjust the dhoti such that it is hanging by the thinnest possible strand and will loosen and fall off at even small movements of my body. So I take a water jug in one hand and some.