’ ‘What letter?’ He holds up the tear stained paper. ‘This one,’ She grabs it from his hands, skimming it. Color stains her cheeks as she re...lizes that it is the letter that she never intended to send. ‘How did you get this? I never mailed it.’ ‘It was in my mailbox yesterday. Can I come in? It’s kind of cold out here.’ he asks. ‘Oh, yeah sure,’ She says, pushing the door open. He shrugs out of his coat, toeing his snow-caked boots off. He reaches up and pulls the hat off his head, spikes of. There is however one condition. You will have to live as a girl, do my household chores and follow my orders without question. If anyone finds out I have a man living with me than I will be in trouble. This is the only way Rob.In India the society is very conservative and narrow minded and unmarried couples living together is looked down upon. This was the reason Sheena wanted me to dress as a girl. As for the housework she told me I had to do something to pay for my stay.I considered her. He was literally between her legs when he started to take his shirt off. I just remembered that this was supposed to be a naked massage and I never told him the change of plans. I was so excited about the whole experience that I did not care and I wanted my wife to call the shots. Steve lifted his shirt up exposing his strong arms and huge chest. He was more fit to be a football player than a masseuse. Steve had broad shoulders, wide chest, big arms and huge hands. I was shocked to see my wife. Her large desk and the chair I occupied and its partner dominated half the room with a small coffee table and another four chairs occupying the other half. Against the interior wall furthest away from the door was a tall slim bookcase which housed everything from leather bound law books to a sleek stereo unit, from pictures of Jenny with suitably impressive political figures to phrenological bust. ‘So what do you think?’ It took me a second to realize she wasn’t asking my opinion on her office,.