Me: Come here, kiss me and play with her clitoris.Preeti acknowledged and came near me and grabbed Meenal’s left leg. I ran my finger from Preeti’... ass to her neck. I pulled her and started kissing. Meanwhile, she started playing with Meenal’s clitoris. This proved to be too much for Meenal, and she started to moan loudly.I could feel her pussy walls tightening the grip on me due to which I too came close, and in a flash, we both came together. Preeti held me up, and I lay next to Meenal.. I, as his dutiful and loving wife,could not possibly accept this and tried, in vain, to seek audience withthe king in order to secure his release or a postponement to hisexecution.This was refused to me, so I had no possible course of action but toeffect his escape by any means available to me.My husband is not a particularly tall or overbearing man and it came tome that if his guards were drunk enough, they might not recognise him, ifhe was dressed as a woman. Indeed, my ladies maid was of. Then he matter-of-factly said ‘I’d like to see you in them’‘Ha, I bet you would’ I retorted, hardly believing his cheek and getting ready to walk away.But he quickly added ‘Tell you what, I’ll buy them for you if you model them for me after…… and how about I give you an extra tenner to treat yourself with’.Yes, I know, this was all madness, I should have walked off or screamed the place down, but, heck I could save money here and earn a tenner just for letting this perv see me in my pants,. He walks into the empty salon. Stops. Listens. Everything has that empty feel. He follows the sound of the water back out the door she brought him in. The house casts a long, distorted shadow with the sun dipping low on the other side. He walks around to the back. Here the water has a clear sound, and there’s a two sided, wooden enclosure built onto the back. Her bare shins and feet show in the gap at the bottom. He stops and watches the water run and spatter on the black slate tiles. “Didn’t.