My last step was lipstick, I decided on a baby pink color andpulled the tube out and applied it to my lips. It also had collagen init to help make my ...ips even fuller. I then took a clear shiny gloss andapplied it over my full soft pink lips so they were glossy and wet.I sat back and looked at myself in the mirror; I was now a beautifulwoman, what I wanted to be for the week. I would probably not leave myhotel room, I never have the nerve to do so, but I will be a woman forthe week in the. Anyway Semine's husband and her sister had run off to the UK together, and she'd heard sod-all about them and never received a penny in maintenance from the bastard since. Although she did get the house; but she had two teenage children to support. I'd made a mental note to see if I could trace the bugger and stitch the sod up somehow when I got back home.I went back to Semine's hotel room after dinner that first evening. She was only supposed to be in Sweden for a couple more days and I think. On seeing that she had a different feeling on her face.It was winter, our chief minister organized a annual meeting in Hyderabad known as Garjana(roaring).her husband when to 3 days meetings’ used to sleep in the nights whenever he is not there. It so happened as usual she asked me to come and sleep. I went to her house. In those days they only have the TV in my village. I go to see TV. at 9o clock in the night, I am watching TV, I observed some sound from a room, I went and peeped OO….to my. The few times I even referred to it were drawn in a manner to evidencecontempt, disdain, and belittlement."What sort of man gets a flower tattooed on his asshole?" I askedtauntingly."My weak, flaccid, sissy-loving, tiny man who likes it when his wifeputs her fist up his ass. That's who gets a flower tat on his ass!" Itwas too easy to mock him now. I occasionally threw out a quick "Sunny"when I wanted to grab his attention. It never failed to make him blush.One day --- it must have been at least.