It seemed that just moments ago she was scared to death with her arms and legs bound, a huge gag in her mouth and an almost stranger pulling at her cl...othes. Within a few minutes being scared had turned to a building sense of feelings unknown to her. Even her sessions with her own fingers, or the vibrator hidden in the bottom drawer of her bedside table, had not reached to her core as this strangers fingers were doing.Then she had lost all track of everything except the overwhelming sensations. Tab mujhe laga k mujhe ladka dhundhne ki nahi bas chunne ki zarurat haiis kaam k liye mene sakshi ki help li or usse kaha k mujhe bhi ek boyfrnd banna hai toh usne mujhse ek sawal pucha k tujhe boyfrnd pyar or shadi karne k liye chahiya ya sirf enjoyment k liye,me uske sawal ka jawab na de payi,us raat me apne bistar par lete hue sakshi or uske boyfriend ki kahaniya yad ayi to me aag ki tarah jalne Lagi mere hath mere jism par rengne lage me itni pagal hogayi k mene kab apne sare kapde utar. And not a stitch underneath them.When I was young I would wear almost any kind of jeans. Just as long as they fit and I could afford them. But as I aged and lived my life I learned what I needed to do to make life good. One thing I learned is what button fly jeans could do to make life happy.So anyway, this is just a little story. Sort of an illustration you could say. Showing you all how sweet it is to wear the clothes that display your philosophy of living. And help you achieve it.A few years. Ezmerelda did frown at the two daisy flowers that adorned the bodice. No matter how many times she tugged at the dress, the flowers settled over her nipples. With a sigh of frustration she gave up."Why didn't you make me a shirt and pants?" she groused."I'm not a tailor," he said as he stuffed his returned shirt into his pack. "Come here, I've got one more idea."She knelt on the ground next to him. During the morning he'd recovered the metal from her destroyed reinforced gloves. He set the two.