I closed all the windows and doors, nicely sprayed the house full of perfume. This was a very special occasion for me.. Then the door opened and Banu ...ame inside. She was dressed in a orange yellow saree.. She looked like a Mango.. her breasts large, her hips curving inward and her ass plump like a big cushion.. Man i was just drooling seeing her..She asked joyfully “How do i look” I said you “look delicious.. but u wasted time dressing up” She said “huh why .” I said “arey today who is going. Lynda often tells me that she feels very comfortable with me and she still wears high heeled open toed sandals, sleeveless strapless tops and well above knee length skirts without any underwear or tights and only rarely wears 'barely black' stockings with a proper suspender belt too or indeed even holdups on a night out @ a Dinner Party or such where Lynda will sit with her legs apart, lift the back of her skirt up so that her bare arse is on the seat (wet wipes clean up any mess left and also. My hunger hormones had kicked in and I was totally ready to down whatever was placed in front of me. Scrolling through the menu my hand was shaking, my thoughts were blurred and rapid. I ended up ordering chicken tenders with BBQ sauce, a small fry, and a steak wrap loaded with vegetables and cheese. I took the printed receipt with me as I scanned the coolers and selected a 20 oz root beer… now the hardest part… dealing with the cashier as I had not yet found my “fem” voice. The young man. Oh fuck. I had a job to do and this wasn’t part of the plan. I wasn’t supposed to get involved. I had to deliver the bad news and now these people pleasured me as if it mattered. I wanted to get up and put a stop to this orgy. But then Alexa said the magic words: “Make love to her, Joe.”I could feel his cockhead resting at the entrance of my paradise. The pussy above me disappeared and my hands were empty again. I rested on my elbows to look at Joe. “Do you need another invitation?” I asked..