He picked out a hot little black number, of course I added the trademarkthigh highs and garter belt to raise the fun factor.I have never lacked for at...ention as a male, and as a female he said I wasquite stunning. My makeup complimented my natural beauty, not anywherenear as heavy as he was used to seeing.He also told me from his experience if I went to a club men would be allover me. Apparently the thigh highs got him excited because he patted the couch ona spot next to him. I sat. My heart. " Tom! Don't kid me about that."Tom didn't tell his mother that they were caught in her living room half naked and he was told not to see Sue again.Tom soon got to Jane's house and pulled into the driveway. He walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell.Mr. Banks opened the door and said, "Hi, Tom, come in. When are you going to get a ford?" Mr. Banks owned the Ford dealership in town."Maybe my next car will be a ford," Tom replied."Come down to the dealership and I'll give you a good. We undress each other and mold our bodies as one, skin on skin, as our passion continues to rise. Although I am already eager to bury my tongue deep in her vagina, I enjoy touching and tasting her silky skin, kissing my way down to her breasts, giving careful attention to each before proceeding to her stomach, belly button and ultimately her nether regions.Slowly and deliberately I bring her to her first orgasm as her hands guide my head, listening to the beautiful sound of her breathing and. ” And he had left me there and then. He had left me a book, nothing special or really interesting, but it helped pass the time. Late, he had come back, undressed and gotten into bed. My place was the big dog bed on the floor, my toilet a litter tray in the bathroom.Silently I got up and went to the bathroom. I didn't want to use the litter tray. As I was pondering if I should risk it to use the toilet – as I had done when he was away – I heard the rustling of the sheets. Footsteps, my owner was.