A paper in my hand had specific instructions: skirts not longer than 16 inches and shorts 10 inches.Nervously I asked Ayesha, “Can’t you wear mode...t clothes?”“Baby, it’s a web series. People just watch once and forget. It’s no big deal,” she said while selecting a few skirts and moving to the changing rooms.A young guy opened the door for us and counted the pieces. Ayesha dropped her jeans and stepped into a red micro-mini. It looked shorter than required but no words were coming out of my. ’ The brown girl watched as the frumpy lady put away her garbage and exited the food court. Cassie continued. ‘With most kinds of jeans, you just have to… well, it’s the respectable thing to wear a thong and avoid that kind of disaster. A good pair of pants shouldn’t be ruined by old granny panties.’ Reema sat contemplating. She didn’t know that underwear lines were a such a big problem in the fashion world. ‘But anyways…’ Cassie shifted, breaking Reema’s attention away from the importance. In morning when I exercised, they stalked me and talked with each other.One day when I took breakfast, Irfan (my owner) said to me, “Raja, are you married??”I said, “No sir, I m single yet.”Then Hina said, “Hmm! so how you manage your needs??”I asked her, “Which types of need??” But she did not reply.Ifran said, “Raja, now you live inside, so you pass your time from television and help Hina in household work, as you free now a days.”I replied, “Anytime biwiji, you just order me, how can I help. I was delighted to find Kyle was completely hairless. His testicles were a dark pink and they hung close to him. I dropped to my knees and removed my bra. I placed his erection between my breast wrapping them around him. I slid up and down while Kyle moaned. I could feel his erection throbbing and witnessed a load of pre-cum ooze out. Stopping I raised to my feet and led Kyle back to his bedroom. Kyle and I stood face to face kissing each my other. My hand was tight around his erection and.