Chalo ab me meri kahani batati hu. Me ahmedabad ke ek chotese gao me rahti hu. 2 mahine pahle hamare ghar ke bilkul pas do ladke kirye ka makan me rah...e aye. Dono city me kahi nokri karte the. Jismese ek ladke jiska naam ravi tha wo dophar me do baje free ho jata tha. Aur uske baad ghar pe hi rahta tha. Me kafi dino se usko pane ki ichhame thi ek din dophar ke time mere ghar pe koi nahi the sirf me aur meri bahen ghar pe the meri bahen uske pati se santusth nahi thi. Mene meri bahen ko bataya. .....how about you?"I said "my name is Simone and I have only been with my master for about 3months, but I must say I love the transformation so far." Daphne explainedto me that she was also a man once, and that she also met her master undersimilar circumstances. She further explained that there were about 20 ofus girls in the city which made for a nice little club for shopping,lunch, and whatever our feminine fancy desired. Now that I was introducedto Daphne, I was considered a member of this. Things started to go a little faster than I expected, her hands wandering firmly over my chest, then I felt one slip under my t-shirt, her smooth hand caressing the side of my stomach, so I allowed my hand that wasn’t stroking her hair to push up the back of her sweater and the top beneath to feel her warm bare back. Sanjana pushed herself up, kneeling over me, and pulled her top off, so above her waist she was only wearing her bra, her skin gold in the flickering candlelight.“You’re so. I moved forward, placing my bare leg between his thighs, grinding myself into his hardness. I look seductively into his eyes while my fingers slowly unbuttoned his shirt, ‘do you want to touch me baby…’ I say softly, kissing the corner of his open mouth. He moans quietly as my hands run down his chest, lingering at his waist band before slipping underneath, wrapping my French manicured fingers around his shaft. I stroke him slowly, sussing him out – sizing him up… .