She remembered going to bed last night and the next thing she knew when she woke up she was almost in the middle of nowhere with a large wizard's towe... in the distance. She seemed to be the same as she remembered, a lithe brunette with C cups and about 5'4", also she could clearly remember she was 24. She wasn't the most beautiful but she was still sought after and had a fairly desirable appearance, it was more of the "girl next door" look. So, at least from what she could see she looked as she. As the night went on a few of the girls went home and there were 3 of us left in the bar and we sat and had a chat and decided to call it a night. I lived at the opposite side of the city to the others so I said my goodbyes and made my way through the busy town and headed for the taxi rank.As I was walking through the streets a mini bus pulled up next to me. The first thing I noticed was it was full of Caribbean men all singing and laughing. The window wound down and an older gentleman asked me. ........We are in the bedroom, I am at the vanity getting my makeup on for a night out and you are sitting on the edge of the bed watching me with the most pathetic sad look on your cute little face. I was very nice to you and dressed you in my favorite outfit.........your little girl whore red panties and a little matching dress. I tell you be a good slave and get on your knees and let your panties show under your dress. Aww you are so fucking cute.....I almost want to tear off my nice black. ”“What were you thinking?”“I was thinking about what you said. To be truthful, I was visualizing it in my mind.”“So you do have desires?”“Absolutely. However, I’m afraid I have nothing to offer.”“I think you underestimate yourself. I mean you are an attractive man and besides…” She stops talking.Now, this is a first; she has never stopped talking. I begin to laugh. I think she has embarrassed herself. Determined to take advantage of her awkward predicament I question, “Besides what?”“Never.