Harini was a little shattered but had enough courage to move on, she took a 3 month leave and came to India to be with her mom and sister. When she di...d come around, I was very supportive about the whole thing and Isha, Harini’s daughter and I bonded well. My interaction with Harini was fast changing from formal to friendly. We were chatting like one big family and I was involved in everything in the family. I almost virtually ran it. I even took care of my FIL who had a heart condition. Things. She told me that she had it for a while but did not have the courage to wear it, that she felt that she was a bit too old for such clothes but this morning when dressing she suddenly got this crazy urge to wear it. I said “what rubbish, you look good in anything”. I asked her how she managed coming to work in that skirt as she lived with her sister in a rather conservative part of town. What she said next got my heart racing. She told me that she was too shy to wear it so had worn along. Besides, they did feel nice. In the morning I made coffee, had aroll, and was in my robe when Valerie showed up. All business, she and Isorted through the bags of things she had brought over, giving me cleanpanties to change into, then had me sit at the table as she began do tomakeup on me. I was unable to watch as she spent twenty minutes on mebefore she wrapped a bra around me, padded the cups with some socks, thencame pantyhose, a blouse followed by a pleated tan skirt, and short brownheels.. Some time later Jemma woke to find herself spreadeagled and firmly tied down to one of the dining tables. Her arms and legs ached so much, and she sighed as she felt cum oozing from her pussy, she realised she had been fucked as she hung unconscious from the ropes. Looking around, Jemma saw the MC standing near her with his cock hanging out his trousers and an evil leer on his face, he smirked at her as they made eye contact. Her tits and face were covered in cum, other diners had apparently.