" He blushed bright red and couldn't splutter a noise out. She grinned like a Cheshire cat, "yeah, thought so. Not such a big man now are you? Althoug... you do like a big man, don't you bitch?" He left her to her laughter and sat in the toilets, tears running down his face. How had he come to this? 'How can I do this every day?'He tried to ignore her gaze and ploughed through his work. Happily, time went quickly and as he left he told himself, 'that's how to do it. Keep my head down, behave and. Yet I didn’t know what I was upset about; my maddeningly small breasts, the lack of a stiff cock to plunder my pussy, the guilt and inferred criticism that I felt at any mention of Stephen’s mother or the certain knowledge that someday soon he’d move on to fresher, younger, more nubile pastures.Whatever it was, as Stephen sat dumbstruck before me, I released my ire in a torrent of invective.“I bet you want to, don’t you Stephen. I’d bet you’d like her to pull her t-shirt off over her head, to. She had control over this crowd. She held them in her clutches, influencing them with smiles and flirting glances. She tipped her head towards the singer, and whispered into his ear. ‘Meet me out back after two more songs. Call a break. A long one.’ Mina then broke away from the grasp of the man. She’d arranged for her entree. For now, the appetizer. She walked, clearly in no hurry, wandering towards the bathrooms. She took the extra few steps necessary to pass the ladies room, and turned. "Okay, I guess I might as well get used to wearing these bitty things!" she relented. Donna picked a few things out and went into the changing rooms. She tried on some of the clothes and lingerie to see how they fit. Looking in the mirror, she couldn't believe how naked she looked, even dressed. But Lisa and Allison's encouragement calmed her fears and bolstered her confidence. Donna decided on three outfits, a couple lingerie items, and then it was time for shoes. Donna wasn't much of a high.