The Uber was here. Eli had landed in his exquisite dark Charger, tag XTUD 459, and she wasn't exactly prepared. She took one last look in the mirror a...d surrendered that moistness had won today. A mesh adorned with frizz would need to do. She got her tote and quickly grabbed around inside. Keys. Wallet. Telephone. Taking one last clearing look around the flat, she opened and shut the entryway, bolted it, and as she turned, she wound up taking a gander at a dark Charger, tag XTUD 459. "Reagan?". College ke dino mein aksar mein or meri friend Preeti ek sath padhai karte the. vo aksar mere ghar par aa jati thi. Preeti ka ek bada bhai tha, Viren, jo aksar usko drop karne aata tha. Jis tareh vo meri taraf dekhta tha mein samajh rahi thi ke vo meri taraf attracted hai.Mein ghar pe hamesha shorts and t-shirts pehanti hoon or Viren ki nazren hamesha meri waxed tangon ko dekhti rehti thi. Hum ne kabhi baat nahi ki thi or wo bahar se hi preeti ko drop kar ke chala jata tha. Ek din exam se pehle. I can't walk home like this."At this point it dawned on me that I was as ashamed of the men watchingme as I was of Lorraine seeing me in my underwear. The shame came fromthe fact that appearing in my underwear before a clothed person in themanner in which I did was a submissive act. And it struck me that itwas for this reason that Lorraine had me dressed as a French Maidwearing a necklace and anklet. Furthermore the dominant person wouldundress the submissive person and the submissive person. I will be out in a moment. Looks like you really need to go.”She smiled and winked after that last remark. I looked down to see I was still sporting a slight bulge. A little flustered, I looked back up to catch her biting her lip and staring down at my crotch. She looked up, caught my eyes, gave me this wicked smile, and then backed into the bathroom. Moments later, I heard the toilet flush, the sound of the sink running, and then the door opened. I slid past her into the bathroom, and swore I.