Jab maine ghar ki door bell Bajaai us waqt mera bhai chhat par baarish ka mazza le raha tha. bell ki awaaz soon kar wo neeche darwaaza kholne ayaa to ...ujhe is tarah se bheega hua dhekh kar dekhta hi rah gayaa. main poori tarah se bheeg chuki thi mere paar darhi kapde mere badan se chhipke hue the. Meri safed rang ki Bra , kachhi aur mere pet meri Gol NABHI saaf-saaf dikh rahi thi. Meri CHOOCHIYON ke NIPPLE ke oopar se paani gir raha tha. bhai ki ghoorti aankhon ko kar main sharma kar aapni. You did all that because youare mine. Isn't that true. Mmmmm."She licked my back between my shoulder blades, nuzzled her chin into theback of my neck."Tell me how much you hated today, tell me what I made you do and how youfelt as you did it, start at the beginning and work your way through theday." Her voice remained soft, seductive, her breath tickled my hair,warmed my neck.I started describing the day. Her hands started playing with my chest,rubbing the bra against my erect nipples. She . As an undergrad, it always seemed like the two weeks between Thanksgiving and finals were crammed with professors desperately trying to finish their curriculum. None of the classes I was in had any appreciable difference in workload. I'd finished reading the textbooks by Thanksgiving break and it had really helped me out to discuss what I was studying with Rose. She was getting a lot out of it, too.One thing our brainstorming had revealed was that we really needed an audience development person. I was offered a car to take mewherever I wanted and a promise they would find my things. They better.According to Davis those clothes he had magically created would changeback into my male clothing once the spell was reversed. That may raisesome questions!The car turned out to be the limo again and with the same driver. I slidinto the backseat, in my tiny dress and closed my eyes."Where are we headed Miss?" Oh....home please," I replied also giving him my address. I leantforwards, feeling my.