I was ready on time, I had a black satin body tight top, a white short skirt, and a pair of high heels, I know they were not comfortable to work with,...but I usually try to dress decently when going to a strange house for the first time, then I would change my clothes depending on the house owner instructions, weather he wanted me in uniforms or anything comfortable to wear, which is the case in many houses.Before going into this story details, I must mention something about my history of. Slowly, lovingly,Mistress began laying on the lash. She kept an irregular rhythm,whipping different areas each time, so that I didn't know when or wherethe next lash would fall.She stopped at intervals, fondled my breasts, my clitty, my sizzlingassflesh, whispering a stream of obscenities in my ear."Does it feel good, Slut? Are you getting turned on? Too bad you can'tsee all the men watching you, lusting for you. Every, single one has ahard-on! Do you like that, cunt? Does it excite you to know. I hadn’t seen anyone I knew in the crew, so far. I always wore my lapel pin from ‘Trans-World’ for just such an occasion. The lovely young woman interrupted my thoughts, as suddenly my pussy drooled hungrily.She asked softly: "Don’t you ever get horny, when you’re writing those sexy stories?" She had leaned over towards me, and now started tracing her finger on my dress over my nipple, which immediately hardened and stuck out, much to her delight. I never wore a bra when I was flying as a. As is my usual custom, when I am out and about in town, I usually dress in nylons, high heels, and no panties. We walked over to his older truck with my spare tire and he put the tire in the back. I got up into his rather high pickup and as I did, my skirt rode up past my nylon tops and he smiled at me as he saw my white thighs come into view. This was an older pickup and it did not have bucket seats It had the old single bench type. He had a big shit-eating grin on his face as I squirmed a.