Feedbacks and sex chats from girls always welcomed to Let me start the story.I am 5 years older than my sister I used to work in Bhopal. My sister was...in her first year studying Computer Engineering in Bangalore. She used to live her college girls hostel. During her second semester, I got a job offer from a company in Bangalore and moved to Bangalore in March. I had met my sister once after moving to Bangalore during weekends. After going to college she had started dressing up more beautifully. At dinner time I saw the same girl sitting alone again, and in remembering what mom told me that morning, I walked over to the girls table, and asked her, “May I sit with you, to keep you company while we eat our dinner?” “Yes, that would be nice I guess.” she answered in a whisper, just loud enough for me to hear.“Thank you. By the way, my name is Roger. May I ask you what your name is?” as I sat down in the chair across the table from her.“Nestlé.” she whispered again.“May I ask why you are. Eventually the General lost his patience with her, and said in an ominously quiet voice, "Polly, please be silent for a few minutes."The girl stared at him, but wisely did not reply.Sadly for her, within two or three minutes she was again chattering away nineteen to the dozen. As the main course arrived, the General signalled to one of the four uniformed guards by the door, and said, "My companion wishes to withdraw to her bedroom, and to stay there until I return. She may wish to amuse you in. . I don't know what ... but something bad. But how! Already I felt my love for him growing, and an almost irresistible urge to do his bidding...STOP THAT! I said to myself. You must resist!By the time I was done with my shower, Janice had put out clothes for me to wear. They were the same as yesterday, polyester skirt and jacket, nylon blouse with wide floppy lapels, pantyhose, underwear. This time she added some foundation wear: a panty-girdle and waist cinch. "To give you a more girlish.