White. Brown hair. Thick. She dressed down, but nice. Long skirt, button up shirt. While she was helping me with my research, we started to hit it off... a bit. I could tell she was smart. I love that. She recognized pretty quickly that I was as well. Once we figured each other out, we started sparring a bit, testing each other out, and by the time we were wrapping up all the research gathering, we were flirting pretty heavily. When we were done, she smiled at me and asked, "Is there anything else. And I’m doing this for you and for our family. I was shocked listening to those words. But we had no other option. Tears rolled down from both of our eyes.One day she told she had invited her boss to our house. On that day, she wore a transparent black saree with shining black bra and black panty.She had applied heavy lipstick on her pink lips. She had applied makeup and nice perfume. She was looking stunning, gorgeous and sexy. By seeing her I thought of fucking her right there, but controlled. Oh I don't know. Just so fucking nice. I think we did this for hours like 2 or three hours. We only stopped when Emma reluctantly said she really had to check on the k**s. I watched her walk out of the room stark naked, watching her gorgeous ass move as she walked and wondered about her going to check on the k**s naked. When she got back we both realised that we were totally fucked anyway and decided to call it a night. What a night. What a fuck. I just adore her body. I adored fucking her. I. He loved her. If it made her happy to dress him up like a girl, he could put up with it.It wasn't too bad if he didn't let himself think about somebody seeing him. He was cleaner than he could remember, and he hadn't known his hair could be so soft and light. The bar soap he usually used just didn't do the job.On the other hand, everything about him smelled like perfume. It spoiled his dinner. The taste of his food mixed with the taste of his lipstick.The worst thing was being afflicted with an.