When you visit our website, if you give your consent, we will use cookies to allow us to collect data for aggregated statistics to improve our service and remember your choice for future visits. Cookie Policy & Privacy Policy
Dear Reader, we use the permissions associated with cookies to keep our website running smoothly and to provide you with personalized content that better meets your needs and ensure the best reading experience. At any time, you can change your permissions for the cookie settings below.
If you would like to learn more about our Cookie, you can click on Privacy Policy.
Lilyan busied herself by leafing through the shirts and blouses, jeans, skirts, dresses, and all of her bras while she calmed down. It did not matter who had seen her clothes or what gender they were. They were strangers to her. It might as well have been people from a moving company. It was not as though they knew her or she knew them. She flipped the closet light switch off and walked out, shutting the door behind her. She then, as casually as she could, turned to her new dresser and opened the top drawer. Inside she saw all of her panties that Zayd had gotten her. She gently closed the drawer, which slid smoothly back into place. There was no need to shove it closed like there was with her old dresser. The second drawer had rows of socks and stockings. The third had her folded-up paja