As such, I sat at the the table struggling to sit stillwhile I waited for the source of the delightful aroma.In an effort to distract myself from the ...mell, I looked around, takingin the sights of the house that I was in. Unlike my father, it didn'tlook familiar, making me think that he must have moved while I wasasleep. At the same time, I couldn't seem to remember any other house ofhis either.While I couldn't remember it, the house was a nice one. It was large,cared for, and well. I grunted and braced myself as she continued to fuck me hard with the large plug.“You worthless, disobedient Slave,” she said. “With your pathetic cock, you deserve only to be fucked like the little girly Slut you are. Next time, I will fuck you with my strap-on.”She emphasised each word with a vicious thrust of the plug into my sore and stretched arse. When she stopped I was left, like her blouse, in a heap on the floor. My cock stung, my balls ached and my arse - she had eventually removed. I said coolly I am yours and you are mine do what you want and I am ready to remove any piece of cloth. I had a sip she had one and then I said I want you to get Nude….. she said I will if you will. I said done . Somewhere the alcohol was working I guess . I removed my Tees and briefs and looked at her she walked shyly and came near me and then touched my dick. The first masturbation no one can forget and the first time a girl touching it no one can forget.I then said listen now you are unfair. Pretty undies - (not for Duncan's eyes, but tohelp boost my own sense of femininity) - with sheer, nude stockings and alovely, simple dress suitable for a smart evening out, but not too dressyor "over the top" was the order of the day. My dress was an above theknee, plain black, sleeveless sheath, worn under a grey, leopard-skinprint jacket that fastened at the waist with a silver clasp. With this Iwore black, peep-toe pumps and silver jewellery. I chose my long blondewig, but, on this.