I was as hooked as a junkie on d**gs, a true sex addict, and I didn't care. I was shocked by how much I had enjoyed it. I couldn’t believe I missed ...ut on all this for so long.After a short while, we got up, and I went to the bathroom to freshen up. I looked in the mirror and thought, “Was that really me?” Yes, it was really me. This was happening so fast.As I got dressed, we engaged in some small talk, and he walked me to the door. I picked up the cash, and he asked if he could call me if he. Finished we decided to take a shower. When we got out I told her I had a surprise for her. She immediately got excited. I had picked out a special outfit for Tonights. I got out the outfit from my bag and told her to put it on. It was a. Black bustier with chain trim along the top of the breast cups and going down the sides with garter straps. She put on black seemed stockings with it and attached the garter straps. The panties were sheer black thongs which made her shaved pussy easy to see.. I moved to the bed and bent down to whisper in her ear. "You're a good little slut, aren't you? My little peach." (That was what he called her in some of the recordings I'd heard--God knows why.) I'd put on a bit of Carl's cologne, so there was no reason she wouldn't think I was her lover."And now I'm here and I'm gonna drive you crazy!" I kept my voice at a whisper, knowing she wouldn't be able to tell it was me. Without another word I found the shopping bag on a chair and got the handcuffs. I. I have a platform heels fetish watching women or men (if they can ) walk in them .anyway getting back to my storie now you know a bit about me . One night I arranged for a photographer to do a portfolio photoshoot to keep for me to show people and to look at .So the night is here and I have got two short tight skirts and three fetish outfits to wear .When I arrive at the studio I'm greeted by two 6foot tall black men one was the photographer the other was his assistant and make up artist .Was I.