As a sign of agreeing to this, she said, "Now you should take off your vest and shirt, go and wear a sari like a bombshell and come back to my feet." I was the one who really liked wearing saris and women's clothes. I had been kneeling in front of her until then, and immediately touched her leg once again and bowed down, and got up. Right there in front of everyone, I took off my vest and shirt and stood in just my jatti, Anandhi couldn't hold back her laughter.
Andy, you took it off right here, you have to go to the room to change, she said. I said, you just told me to take off my vest and shirt and go and wear a sari, that's why I took off my vest and shirt. When I called her to go and buy it, she immediately took off her vest and shirt and stood in her jatti, she liked it a lot. She said with a smile, okay okay, Raji, don't take off your jatti here in front of everyone, just in front of me, take it off in a private room so that only I can see it, and winked.
I used to wear a vest and shirt in the Amblai Trace, but now when I was naked with just Amblai jatti, I really liked the way she called me Raji and called me Raji with a petticoat and a T. That's why my pussy started throbbing even more. By then her mother said, Anand Baruda, your Amblai Pondati's pussy is throbbing inside her jatti, if you just say "Mm", she will take off her jatti right now and fall at your feet like a goddess and laugh, saying. Hearing that, my mother and Anandhi also laughed sarcastically. I didn't know what to do, should I take off my jatti now or should I go inside and take it off and wait for Anand to come and see me? I asked innocently.
After hearing that, she said, okay, go to your room and take off your jatti and stand like an Amman, I will come, when I come, as you wish, fall at my feet as an Amman, as a bald head. After getting my blessings, you can come back to the hall with a sari tied like a bomb and come. Come and serve me for as long as you wish, she said, listening to what I have to say, lying on my feet.
I couldn't contain my happiness, I immediately ran to my room and took off the only jatti I was wearing, and stood like an Amman waiting for her to come, but she deliberately kept it short, talking to my mother and her mother about old stories for at least 15 minutes. They were talking about how she had threatened me when I was 10 years old, when I was 16 years old, while I was dressed as a girl, and how I was afraid and did everything she told me. I was standing in the doorway of the room, listening to it, and I was longing for when Anandhi would come in, look at me as an Amman, and when I would be able to fall on my feet again.
Whenever they talked about me, joked about me and laughed, my pussy would start throbbing. Not only Anandhi, but everyone there knew that I was standing in the doorway, listening to all this as an Amman. They were deliberately passing the time and teasing me. They would look towards my room from time to time, and knowing that I was standing there and listening to it, they would start talking again with a smile. I was losing my dignity. But I liked that too. Then, feeling sorry for me, saying, "Oh, my poor Ambali," Anandhi came into the room.
She slowly went inside and sat on the chair inside, crossing her legs like a queen or a mistress. As soon as she arrived, I, who had been waiting for her, fell at her feet like a goddess. I touched her feet and bowed. I touched her feet and looked into her eyes, and touched her feet and put them on my cheek. She asked, what is all this? I said, this is how I will bow to God, since you are my husband now, I called you God to me. I brought the milk and gave it to her, and as soon as she drank half of it, I took the milk from her saliva and happily sprinkled a little on her head like holy water, sprinkled a little on my pussy, and then drank it. She looked at it and said, I have heard that holy water is sprinkled on the head, this is the first time I have seen a baby sprinkled with saliva as holy water. I admire your devotion as a bride, I bless you to be my slave like today and always, she said, raising her hand. I drank her saliva and fell on her feet again. As I fell on her feet, I said, so be it, I will always be proud to be a slave at your feet like now. She sat down well and lifted her left leg and stepped on my pussy, I immediately touched her leg that was stepping on my pussy and bowed. Then I held her leg - I kept squeezing her leg until she said enough.
Then she said, don't put the ampel on anymore, buy sexy bombshell panties
, Put it on. Then, I don't know what she was thinking, she went inside the washroom and took off her panties and said, put this on. It was a web model, it was very sexy, I stared at it and put it on with awe, it didn't look like I had put it on, my pussy was hanging out and throbbing. It was very funny to watch, shame was eating me up. She was watching and laughing. I was standing there with my face covered like a bomb, and she was still laughing and saying, you are standing there with your face covered instead of covering what needs to be covered. I said, my pussy is your property now, you should give me permission to cover it. I really like this humility of yours, she said and got ready to go out.
Like this, about 10 minutes passed, her mother started calling. Enough, keep the rest for after the wedding, come to the hall, she left and said to my mother, Aunty, go inside and dress your boy in a nice dress and bring it. My mother came in and laughed at me standing there with my pussy pulsating in my panties. She said, "Hey, aren't you ashamed to be naked in front of me like this?" I immediately covered my pussy with my hand. Then they dressed me in a skirt, bra, jacket, and silk saree and turned me into a beautiful woman and took me to the hall. As soon as I left, I fell at Anandi's feet again like a girl falls at a man's feet. Then I knelt at her feet and bowed down to her feet, touched her feet, and started squeezing them. Seeing that, her mother asked her, "What, have you caught the girl, are you getting married?" She has now grown up with a terrible obsession with domination. She wants a cowardly slave like me to come as a husband, not an ordinary husband, but a potachi husband. Only then can she control him as she pleases. I agree to marry her, but the decision is in my hands, her choice is important, I prayed to God not to let her reject me.
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