"You'll need a name." I said. "Can't call you Emilien when you're like this."Simone," he said. Only it wasn't in his voice. He'd changed it to a deep ...contralto. It fit him, her perfectly. Both the name and the voice."Simone? I like it. So, Simone, how about we go out to dinner?" Sounds Lovely" she said.The next half hour Simone spent practicing how to walk in heels, and I dressed up. I made reservations at the finest restaurant in town. When we left she'd really gotten the hang of the heel. Net and thought of write my own experience which happened in my 12th standard…let me tell you about me. I am now 33, married and housewife, husband works in Dubai and I live alone in Bangalore. But there are my relatives in the same lane where I live.I am 5.8ft tall, 65 wt, 38 36 40 is my status, do go to gym every day to maintain good structure, fair and look like very strong lady. I lost my virginity with school teachers and became their keep for the year till I complete my 12th. All three. It wasn't loud enough to be heard but I knew exactly what you were doing without even looking.I felt your breath on the nape of my neck before you kissed me there. It sent a shiver down my spine and I had wished dearly that we were back somewhere private. You bit down lightly before moving up to my ear.You whispered four words, your voice clear as day against the loud music and my own beating heart, “Dance for me, kitten.”After you squeezed my hip I slid off of your lap and started to dance for. We’re going out tonight to grab a beer. Sooo, wanna join?”. Without much thinking, I said “Yes”.I was in this bikers bar in our city. I was sitting with the girl from earlier and with another two guys. She bought me a beer, took a few sips and instantly got drunk. The guy in front of me was hot as fuck. He looked at me a few times with interest. Was I appealing for him? After a few time, the girl decided we should go for a ride… on freaking motorbikes! The guys agreed so we got out of the bar..