I welcomed her to my place and offered juice.We both started our work, and she was deeply involved in the work. I was scared to compliment her and con...trolling myself.Priya: Madhan! I send the closure document. You can review it.Me: Ok, sure. Can I say one thing? Don’t be angry?Priya: What? Am I looking hot in Saree?Me: You are looking beautiful! Why you wore a saree?Priya: I told you, I have to attend the function. My saree is disturbing you? (with rude voice)Me: No, not at all. You are looking. Carried out these crazy thoughts? I was into girdles at the time because of the super tight fit and I loved to make my thighs and belly bulge WAY out of my stockings and open bottom girdle. It felt so naughty! When I'd pull my legs up, my back garters would pull tightly, spreading my ass cheeks so sweetly, exposing my usually jones'n shaven asshole. I really love sticking just about anything in it and this day I kept thinking about borrowing her cucumber that was in the refrigerator and get her. He tipped his cap and moved on to the next block of seats. I closed my eyes again. "Travelling alone are you?" I opened my eyes with a start. Seated across from me was a middle aged gentleman in a smart suit and bowler hat. I had not heard him arrive and I didn't answer him but stared nervously back at him. "I won't bite you." he said, "Name's Arthur." He touched the brim of his hat. "May I be so bold as to ask your name?" "Why do you want to know my name?" I asked. The words of the van driver. I think that I was trying fairly hard to resist. I think I was... And here I was again. As if removed from my body looking down on myself. I wouldn’t have been surprised to hear myself barking. I don’t know how it came about but, I was lying face down on a bed with my trousers round my ankles, my pale pink cotton panties with white lace edges and white flowers and white lacy transparent front panel rolled down my thighs, having my bottom spanked firmly. And as I wailed and squirmed, my primary.