..she had seen me voyeuring her fellow village belles and had probably seen me jacking off too... the silence was deafening between us...i slowly spok... and apologised for spying on the women.. i promised it would not happen again...i promised to collect my stuff and get out of the village within 30 minutes....i started to walk away, when she called me 'Babu' or Sir ...She told me that it was ok...i need not leave the village...i had done a lot of good for the people and she didnt want me to. But of course, the Earth doesn't open up. Instead, I feel anotherpowerful stirring, this one within my chastity device, and I'm remindedwhat put me on the path that lead me here. At the moment, I'm wearingthis ridiculous outfit, pathetically forcing a pose that took months ofpractice, tongue out, smiling prissily on my knees before the man Iwould be intimately catering to later in the evening to physicallyprepare him to make rough love to my former girlfriend, to which I wasnow an unpaid maid. Kowshika: After doing all this I could control him only for a week. For a week he was with me most of the time but later he started his usual. I got the worst and left behind why the hell should I do all this to a person who does not care for women, who see women for her body that too for an hour only.M: Yes, men are like that. Only a few will understand and give space to women who they wanted to be and I always respect others views and satisfaction. I don’t know I feel good only when I see. So here I was, standing in front of her door with an erection. I dropped my boxers right there and opened the door. It was dark, but I could see the outline of my sister sleeping. I approached quietly, not wanting to wake her. I was not in control of myself; I had somehow become addicted to her sexual touch. I gently got onto the bed and straddled her. She stirred and awoke, at first not sure who was sitting on her chest. When she saw it was me, she did nothing. Was that an invitation? I didn't.