I could almost read her mind, “What the hell is this?” I offered it to her again and she took it. She was thinking, “How stupid is this guy.�... I was dying inside. She looked in the bag and extracted the negligée and unrolled it. I am sure I turned three shades of red. When she unrolled it, her eyes were the size of saucers. She made a loud sort of whoosh sound. Looked at me hard, she put the nightie back in the bag, turned on her heels and went back to the store. I stood there alone in. I could tell by the way Alex kept glancing at me he approved. He had the soft top down and it was so invigorating having the wind in my hair as the road stretched out before us. I felt free and reckless, kind of born again. We came to a little village on the way where we stopped for some refreshment — The Tudor Tea Rooms, a charming half-timbered cottage with sweeping lawns and a duck pond. A black cat stretched lazily in the sunshine on one of the tables. We sat outside and spoiled ourselves. He forcefully tucked it down my thighs and with a few more jerks, he got it right off my ankles. I caught a glimpse of his cock. It was huge. I looked away but he saw me. Dont worry baby, Im gonna make sure you get every inch of it, literally. My small panties became his next target. He peeled it off my hips and down my legs. It provided me little protection against my would-be conquerer. His eyes widen as he looked at my naked lower-body. He grabbed my ankles and opened my legs. He moved. Even withoutthe shoes I was a bit unsteady, but I managed to wobble over to thebathroom. There was a bottle of hand soap on the sink, body wash, shampoo,loofah and some other bottles by the tub. No showerhead. Seeing the toiletmade me realize that I hadn't peed for quite a while. I walked over andwent to put the seat up, when I noticed a note taped to the tank.Sit to pee ?MasterI sat.After I was finished peeing, and had gotten a refreshing drink of waterfrom the sink, I checked the mirror. It.