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MAID OF HER WIFE...

When Seema came to her home,she found her husband wearing her dress.She did not knew that her husband have crossdressing habit.Also Ramesh was shocked to see her in the home early.Seema got angry to saw him in that position.She knew that it has no result for escaping him from this habit so she gave him two choices first he should devorce her and second live like her maid for whole life.Ramesh would not devorce her because his living was depending on her money so he was ready to be a maid for the life.Seema also knew that he accept the second. She said that from now he call her mam and did all the house work and follow all her orders.It took one month to learn all the things and then Ramesh became Reema the maid of her wife.

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  1. nice story sister.............

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  2. Nice story darling.

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  3. mistress i want to become mrs and mr deepa

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  4. hii deepa dis z swapnika , am a cross dresser . I am maintaining a blog on CD n TG stories and some of interesting news on CDs n TGs . if u don't mind can i translate some of d stories which are written in ENGLISH to my mother tongue for our telugu CDs .

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    1. I am also from telugu my mail id is sharmashalini780@ymail.com

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