.. utterly despise it, I would just love submitting to your whip." And a smile.Simone looked confused. "Your asking me to whip you?" Well no. Absolute...y no. I am now caught in the submissive's paradox. I can't really tell you what to tell me to do." A pause. "Well I could, but it wouldn't work out. What I'm saying is, if you ask me if you can whip me, the answer will be 'yes'." So what do you want me to do?" I want you to have fun. I want you to do whatever. Eat lasagna. Eat desert. One of. My daily routine is like wake up go to terrace come back , take bath have breakfast and go to office if there is work or else stay at home… I had an eye on my neighbour aunty since they shifted here… She is 34 28 36 white in colour and I use to get good responses from her too whenever she was on terrace keeping her clothes to dry…I used to see in a corner of my eye when aunty used to put her bra and panty on rope to dry and even she noticed several times and she used to give wicked smile for. Fix a bra orslip strap that isn't slipping. Play with the neckline of your blouse.Run a thumb inside the waistline of your skirt. If seated, let a shoedangle from your toes. If wearing a full skirt, keep it in motion.Swivel your hips, shift your weight from heel to heel, swish a fold ofthe skirt back and forth.It was so embarrassing to learn how to behave in these stereotypicallyfeminine ways, but Jessica told me to feel no shame. They werestereotypes, she said, because they worked. Men were. .Her black dress was extremely short and her perky breasts showed nicely through the thin fabric, her nipples hard and readily visible. She reached behind her and unzipped. She shrugged and the dress fell to the floor. As she stood there in her heels and black panties, I could see the love bites on her breasts and neck. She slowly removed the panties, folding them carefully and moved toward the bed. Then she was straddling me. Her pussy was three or four inches above my face. It was swollen and.