Whatfollowed was some amazing sex, her naked and me in a blue thong happy tototally accepted. I showed her websites that I liked and she researched th...whole thing seemingly overnight. Before I knew it I wore her panties mosttimes we had sex and sometimes she gave me a pair to take home, telling meI must wear them to school the next day. She'd make me put them on beforewe went out with our friends telling me she wanted me to remember I was herlittle sissy (her new name for me). I'd love it but. I moved to where she was dancing, her hips moving in time to the pounding in my ears which I could only assume was the music – or was it my own blood pounding, enraged, in my skull? Whichever one, the lust that pulled at me was too strong to stop now. I clashed through the crowd until her back was to my front, then I paused…I hesitated for just a moment, nearly afraid of her reaction. No. I had come this far. So with a quick hand I caressed the meat of her thigh, pulling her roughly back. I slumped back in my chair. So, I was right. My mind wasn’t playing tricks.After ten minutes the client finished her session, paid and left the store, walking right past me. As she did so I took a chance.“Hi...I hope you don’t mind but I notice how lovely your hair looks. I would imagine you’ve just had it done?”The lady smiled at me, pleased with the compliment.“Well thank you,” she smiled, “Hannah always does such a lovely job. I’ve been coming here to her for two years.”So, there it. Kristal spent weeks arranging everything, calling the school and Angel’s mother and pleading for at least one day away with him. Eventually, almost reluctantly, they agreed and on one sunny Monday morning Angel found Kristal standing outside his front gate. ‘What are you doing here?’ he had asked, his eyes inquiring. Though his face was still slightly bruised he was still handsome and Kristal’s knees seem to quiver every time she caught a sight of him. Although she wasn’t alone in this.