No, she was wearing more than just the jumpsuit. She reached down tentatively to feel her crotch. She was still in the belt! In prison, she wouldn't e...en be able to pay to have it removed, she realised, not even for a few minutes. It was now essentially a permanent fixture of her body.She walked up to the door, trying not to let herself get emotional. "Hey!" she repeated, louder this time.She listened patiently to the voices coming through from the other side of the door. They changed tone, as. I didn't do my usual all-over wash, but concentrated on my face and my underarms. I left my crotch out of it, though I can't see how, from his vantage point, he would have been able to see the lower half of my body - the kitchen sink and units would obscure his view. He would have been able to see more when I walked further back and got dressed again I guess. Yes, I suppose he would have seen me undress before I began my ablutions, but not when I took down my panties and washed my nether. You open the door in cut off jeans and a t-shirt that shows off your tight,flat stomach and the telltale signs of erect nipples. “Oh thanks!” You say as I give you the book.”Very entertaining reading!” I say as you welcome me in. I walk into the living room with you and sit on the couch.”So what have you been up to lately?” You ask as you sit cross legged next to me but leave your legs open enough so I can tell you aren’t wearing any underwear. I clear my throat and say “Basically just college. So she asked if sex and these kind of things had. I told her yes. Then started to pick on me. Once she said” lag ta hai tum to khasi ho” (u r not a man). This really enraged me. She was looking sexy that day. With all the rage I got and grabbed her by the neck and kissed her furiously on the lips. She pushed me. I again kissed her. There was a little response from her side. But she pretends that she didn’t like her. Said “khasi aisy kaam nahin kartay” and left. When I reached I was afraid that.