I objected to her choice, rather, I begged on hands and knees but itdid no good. The bright red panties and matching bra were no biggie. Ihad to str...ggle a bit getting the panties situated under the hem of mycorset. The only time I have been let out of that hated garment was bathtime. A pair of red knee high nylons were next then a pair of canaryyellow polyester/spandex Capri's pants that fit like a second skinreaching to just below the knee followed. A light red chiffon off-the-shoulder. “I need to rest.” I gasped, doubling over to take a breath, sweat pouring from my face and stinging my eyes. The alien came to a halt, and turned to look at me.“The less time we spend resting, the better.” It chided, seemingly unsympathetic.I raised a hand, gesturing it to stop.“You’re bigger than me, I have to walk twice as far as you with those beanstalk legs, I won’t be long, I just need a drink and a breather.” I pulled the canteen from my pack and took a refreshing swig.“Is that water?”. He didn’t see any need to open it, he knew what it would say.His phone started pinging and bleeping. The texts, WhatsApps and Messenger Apps were going into overdrive. He clearly was not the only one to have got the email.Ali created a WhatApp group and suggested that everyone join it. He also said that because all the pubs were still closed then he would be throwing open his house and garden for anyone who wanted to meet.He called a friend who had retired from flying a decade ago and had. Mumtaz draped back her saree pallu and started sprinting towards the washroom. She stopped within a few steps and arched back. She was close to her climax.“That doesn’t look like a muscle cramp,” the ladies at the table murmured. Mumtaz started walking again. Then sprinted. She clenched her saree over her pussy with the right hand. She knew her head veil will fall off now, so she grabbed her veil with the left hand. But then even her saree shawl fell down.She wanted to drape it back, but the.