"The receptionist looked worried at this bit of news. "Well, he had better not have the flu, that's all I have to say. The last thing I need is to cat...h something from one of you sick people." I don't think what I have is contagious," I offered."Me neither," added Emily."Smart asses," she muttered. She looked down at her clipboard then continued, "Mrs. Smith? Are you there, Mrs. Smith?"Emily was quicker than I on that one, "If you mean one-eye, I think she went home." Probably to bake some. For some deep-rooted reason, I had grown a craving for ladies' clothing. Lingerie, stockings, high heels; all drove me crazy with lust. Eventually, this led to me dressing and wearing slutty outfits, gaining a sense of joy and femininity when I wore them.Another few months went by without sex, but I had begun to experiment on my own. Dressing up when she was out and playing with her dildo's in secret. After several attempts, I began to enjoy the feeling of anal play and even managed to come a. Then he held me tight with his one arm and put his other hand between my thighs caressing my ass cheeks and cock inside the G-string. I could see that he was not able to resist and was struggling to push my panties aside without removing them to shove his finger in my love hole. He was teasing my asshole and then finally succeeded in entering his finger just to find out the tight hole waiting for him. It gave me a divine pleasure wanting for more.He 1st fingered me slowly and then vigorously. She shouted “Leave me! Plsss aaaahhhh aaaahhhh oooohhhh”. Man was busy in stroking her hardly he bent on her hold breasts from back. His each stroke was making her to pull her head up with cries “ oooohhhhh oooohhhh aaaaaaauuuuuuu”. Her eyes were closed. Prem touch her cheeks and ask her “ Jan Aankhe khol kar meri ankhon main dekho”. She opened her eyes full of tears and pain. Her eyes were begging Prem to stop this as it is very painfull for her but prem was enjoying her helplessness. The man.