Poori baat na suna kar sidhi baat per ata hu, ek din wo bole ki khana mere pass khana. Unho ne khana banaya aur kaha kee khana khane k liye aa jao. M ...jaise hee kitchen m gaya to bole ki m dhulwata hu hath. Wo bole shoes utar do aur aram se beth kar niche khaye gai. Mene jaise hee shoes utaare. Un ki nazar mere feet per padi. Wo bole feet shoes m the wo bhi dho deta hu.Mene kaha nahi m dho lunga. Wo bole nahi, yehen betho. Wo kurso laye aur mujhe bitha diya aut mere paon apne hath m lekar dhone. He was not unwelcome when he moved higher and slipped his slender fingers under my damp panties and into me. My knees nearly gave out as he gently worked me. I opened to him, held him close, moaned my satisfaction. That was as intimate as we got that day, though I was so out of my head with arousal I probably would not have stopped him if he’d wanted to do more. I was so starved for attention and his touch was so electrifying. We were short of breath and eager like a couple of teenagers one. . feeling a warm glow as I once again put myself inher power. Next two white hold up stockings which I ease up my legs, andwhite heels to go with them. The heels have ankle straps, and the samepadlocks as the chastity, and of course I lock them on. Silk white glovescome next, which slide up over my elbows and half way up my slim bicep. Ifasten them into place with red rose buttons... oh she's really thoughtabout this. Finally a white shift, silk again, its thin straps resting onmy shoulders,. Jasmine and I fell into a routine for the week. The one thing of note on Tuesday revolved around a discovery that Jasmine had made. The hospital helped sponsor a free clinic at the Sarasota Senior Center, and they were desperate for doctors to volunteer to man the center, even a half-shift or two a week. She put the bug in my ear, and it resonated with something I had been thinking about.When Edie had died I’d felt so disempowered. I couldn’t save her, and how could I possibly save anyone else..