"Oh my God! You're an artist," I said as she took the cape from me."I know that," she laughed. "Do you like it?" I love it," I said as I stood up and ...ave her a hug."There is a lot more we can do with it when it grows out a bit more but Ithink it looks pretty good now," she said. "Besides the longer it is themore work and fussing it needs." I suppose but just once I want to try it longer," I smiled as Icontinued to stare at the woman staring back at me from the mirror."I can understand that. "No. Just let me get used to it."He nodded and we stayed still. I finally nodded and kept going slowly. Dustin groaned and tilted his head back. "You are so tight." He moved his hands and settled them behind him. My legs slipped, causing my body to all at once take his dick in. I cried out in pain, tears streaming down my face. "Dustin!" I screamed, feeling like I was being torn in half. "Dustin! It hurts so much! Please, help me!" Th-There's nothing I can do! It'll only hurt you more if I move. Our salads came quickly. Marla chose tokeep the conversation light in terms of topics and direction, and soon wewere enjoying the entrees. We had finished when I felt my Mistress' baretoes probing under my pants leg and rubbing my stockinged ankles."Are you wearing hose, you little slut?" she asked with mock surprise."Yes, Mommy," I answered going instantly into role."What happens to little boys who wear girl's clothes?" she continuedquietly."They get punished," I answered, looking down at. You undo my pants and carry me to the bed. You put me down, kiss me again as you start removing your own clothes. I'm dazed. I'm in such a state of desire for you that I'm not sure what I should be doing.I stare at your naked body. I want it. I want it on top of me, inside of me, all around me. I need it. You hook your fingers into my pants and pull both pants and panties off. You grab my legs and pull my body toward the end of the bed so my hips are balancing on the edge and my legs are.