"Aren't I kind Graham? As you sleep you'll inhale my scent. Who knows,maybe you'll dream of me. Aren't you so lucky?" Thank you Master Sir, this pathe...ic sissy Gwendolyn truly appreciatesyour generosity." It's my pleasure Graham. You don't seem to be embracing Gwendolyn asmuch as I would have expected. From now on the first thing you do whenyou get home is to dress as Gwendolyn. Gwendolyn is a sissy, so youwill dress only in feminine clothing. I'm going to the lounge, you willget changed into. I could see it in her crystal blue eyes, they seemed darker as if that was at all possible. Donna had been tight lipped about whatever the problem was. Nervous, staring blankly at things, a faint smile whenever she realized I was looking at her but you could tell she was faking it.Her problems were suppose to be my problems, and vice versa that's how we did things, always looking after one another, our deal. But not now, Donna hadn't come to me for help, in fact she hadn't come to me at all for. Toh main apni jagah se uth kar khadi hui. Aur dadaji ke bagal waale aadmi ke paas jaakar apne guthno pe baith gayi. Aur uska pajama utaarne lagi. Mujhe peeche se kisi ki aawaz aane jaisi lagi.Par phir ekdum shaanti chha gayi hall mein. Toh maine phir aadmi ka pajama hata kar neeche kar diya. Aur uska lund choosne lag gayi. Kuch der mein maine uska lund chooskar khada kar diya. Phir ek aakhri baar apni jeebh uske lund pe pherne ke baad maine apna sir usse door kiya.Aur boli, “Mera naam Sanjana. But my resolve to never be with Monty again was slipping fast. Still facing the wall, I lifted my dress up just barely, by an inch or two. He took the opening without hesitation and nosed his way up. There was barely enough space for my legs as it was, so he had to grunt and wriggle to get his head up there and I bent forward to make it a little easier. His head was totally crammed up my dress and he could barely open his mouth enough to lick at my underwear, which was soaked through with.