I already know you like the sexy ass she gave me, Miss. My legs, my breasts - oh, Miss! - they're quite real - she changed me totally. The only thing ...eft is my, well, my clitty. Yes Miss, that's what I have to call it now.How? Well, magic. Mistress is a sorceress, a witch, whatever you want to call it, and I'm the proof. Miss! oh, Miss... see? That's my chastity sheath: it keeps my sissy clitty tucked back neatly. Yes, it looks like lace, but it feels all thick if I try to play with myself, so. "She said no. Release her, now."Dip growled and let go. "My queen." he coldly bowed his head then went into the kitchen.I looked at black and softly said. "Thank you.Malia*As soon as I had slammed my door Anubis was opening it. He locked the door behind him and I felt my heart speed as my mind began to race with the thoughts of what might happen. I really tried to stay focused on my anger and why I was mad.He took off his jacket and laid it on the dresser near the door."Get out of my room." I. I ran out to my car and put my panties on and drove the three blocks home. When I came into the house my husband sensed something was up as I ran up the stairs to our bedroom. I undressed as I ran. I jumped on the bed and laid there as my husband entered the room holding my cum stained panties. He put the panties to his mauth and tasted the cum and then he took off his clothes and jumped on the bed. He mounted me and started to fuck me good and hard. He stopped and moved down to lick the man's. I always knew about my nudist side and “possible” exhibitionist side from an early age. I remember being at the beach as a teenager and having to, or better yet, wanting to leave the locker room with just a towel around my waist and nothing on underneath, all because I “forgot” something back at my chair. I never did want it to fall off, but it was the feeling of just being naked underneath and the whole “what if it falls off?” that was making me do this so often. Now, when I discovered Lush.