“Yes, Mistress Beatrice. I also need some breakfast for my charge upstairs. She is injured and cannot come down. Secondly, I need to find some cloth...es for her, as hers were destroyed. Have you any suggestion on where I might find something simple for a young woman?”“My sister is a seamstress. She lives near here. I could have her bring some samples over, if that would be all right, my Lord.”“Yes, excellent, Mistress. But they should be something simple. She is injured, and will get blood,. She was brought up going to Sunday School & church so was so shy with other men she wouldn’t have wanted anyone to think she could be sexy.Even when we were courting she used to pretend to drop off to sleep in the car so I could have a sneaky play with her fanny. She loved her tits sucked but her pussy was out of bounds. Consequently she didn’t ‘go to sleep’ if I was playing with & sucking her tits.Unbelievably after years of fantasising about it I eventually persuaded her to 'go to sleep'. Swati’s tight black bra revealed a fair portion of her huge cleavage. Angad kissed the bare cleavage. He could spot her hard and erect nipples under the tight bra and started biting them over the bra. He got up and pulled Swati up to remove her gown. Swati’s gown was now on the floor.He made her lie on the bed and observed her as he removed his vest and sat shirtless in front of Swati. Swati looked carefully at Angad for the first time. Angad was 35 years old married man. He was fair and had a. 'Terrible weather, isn't it?' he said in an effeminate voice.My eyes were drawn to his immaculately applied make-up, the quality of the very good wig, the button earrings, the ensemble of his woolly cardigan, checked skirt and tan tights and his feet adorned in fluffy pink open-toed slippers, showing off his painted toes.'Oh.. yes. Luckily, I'm nearly finished for the day. I won't have to drive in this for much longer.' I answered somewhat belatedly, after getting a good look at my colourful.