She sat there passively, and I got the idea that I had to help myself. I lifted her kamiz she did not resist and I was happy to see her black bra and ...8 number written on the chit attached to bra.I left her there and wrote 38 on file and started putting her bra up to see her breasts she asked what r u doing. I replied I am also to write the colour on nipples and areola size. I unhooked her bra fondled her boobs and again moved to my file to note my findings. Then I sat on sofa and stared. I use my women's anti-perspirant and relish the thought ofeverything I use only being for us women. I get to rid myself ofanything related to the male gender and surround myself in thefeminine. Scents are a big part of that.Since I am going to have three days dressed and today was a work dayI had decided to wear a simple jeans skirt with a peasant top. Theskirt is a knee length back zipper skirt with a brown belt. The topis a short sleeved blouse, white with a ruffled neckline and key holeties. I don't want to paint my fingernails or toenails. Someone else cando it.. My calves are sore today from going to the gym, so themassage sounds nice. Funny thing, I had the same issue last Sunday.We left, and I ended up at Dana's. I guess I was not thinking andjust drove there. I was there, so I might as well just watch the gamethere also. I knocked, and he answered the door in a tank top andsweat shorts. Wow, he is muscular.He saw me, and that smile of approval went across his face. I. Or if caught on a good day, she will join her daughter in the public acts of embarrassment.This is where the story begins."Princess Alida, you need to get up!" A motherly voice with a hint of annoyance cuts through the tranquil quiet of Alida's bedroom."Five more minutes." Alida groggily begs as she buries her face in her pillow."No, you will get up now, you are already late for the royal breakfast." Replies her maid with a frustrated sigh, as she grips the bottom of Alida's blanket. In one.