When he had bought her this “costume”, she had blushed and thought she would look awful, a gross caricature of femininity. Looking at herself now,...she realized how far she’d come in so short a time …she liked looking so sexy and trashy. She liked the humiliation of it, the degradation of declaring herself purchasable. The ancient and basic equation never failed to work: what a man can buy he can also own …a whore is a woman for sale, objectified, low and filthy … a man has an ultimate freedom. “We here at DPS productions are proud to announce that we are broad casting this to 40 countries around the world today, a new record, glad to add you to the list Turkmenistan. For our new viewers, please remember that all models used our shows are real and if you have any requests for future content please contact your local Mr. Johnson. Who knows where we found those bastards but you all have one.” “Today's broadcast is a special request of Mistress V, who payed several hundred million and. Oh well, set against the truly awful things that I'd done to her more than a decade ago it was just a pinprick, but it seemed like I'd wronged her again. I wiped my face and tried not to meet her eyes."Sorry, it's just that you look like her and she was called Jenny too." Shit, Andy, I'm so sorry. If it hurts you too much to see me, I'll quit bugging you. But it must have been a long time ago, you should have started to get over it by now." It still seems like yesterday, but you're right I. And Fran would often try to k** with me when she was topless. She would say her boobs looked sexier in a bra rather than hanging low, and Fran was big busted.I thought Mum was big, but Fran`s were much bigger. We had a great relationship. And as most lads, we delve in our Mums lingerie drawer. And I would slip into some pants, then experiment with a Bra and then Stockings and suspenders.I sort of thought that Mum knew, but nothing was ever said about it. Then on my late day at college I didn’t.