He had this strange hold on me. I was afraid of him to be honest. It got worse during the week ends. When he mentioned it the first time I thought it ...was some kind of a role playing. On a Saturday morning Arumugam told me that I had to be his wife all through the week end. That meant, to start with, I had to wear the girls clothes. I didn’t mind it at first as it gave me a nice feeling wearing the bra and panties and the saree. I was wondering why he insisted on the saree being a cotton one. Her belly was big. Her hip portion was very fleshy and there were oneor two folds of fat in her hips. She will wear her sari exposing much of herhips. While she walked these hip folds will swing giving a nice sexy look.She also had jutting buttocks and when she bends or gets up after sitting, hersari will stick to her buttocks channel and it will give a sexy look. She hadample breasts and usually she will wear a tight bodice and her cleavage wasnoticeable. While talking with her my eyes will be. I believe you are wearing the present I gave you?”I nodded, blushing under my veil. I knew not to speak though my mind raced with shock and delight that I had been given my Sissy name for the first time! It seems funny, but all the time I had been dressing for my wife I had simply been known by a variation of “Sissy”, or “girl” if I had been particularly pleasing. Now, He had given me a name and, in my flustered, female state, a bright glow burned in my female soul to hear Him say it out loud. I freed my hand from hers, and unzipped the back of my skirt. As the skirt fell to the floor Emma unbuttoned the buttons of my blouse. Her hands cupped my ass cheeks and she pulled my exposed pussy to her face. I could feel her warm breath on my hardening clitoris, and her kisses against my bare mound. "I want to thank you Miss," her words and warm breath vibrating against my clit. I lifted my one leg and rested my foot on the chair she in which she was sitting. Emma now had full access to my.