I want to know more about your town," I tell him, but he stares at my feet. "Where are your shoes?" he asks me. "I lost them," I say, and he stands up... He holds out his hand to me and I take it. His hand is rough and strong. He smiles at me. "You need shoes; come with me." I follow him to his car and we get inside. I have not been in a car in a long time. There are no rules for me, like, "Do not talk to strangers." He parks outside a store, and comes back with two pairs of shoes."Maybe one of. " I held on to Angelaas I stepped into a pair of black lace trimmed panties. Did she haveall of this in stock for guys like me, I wondered."Let's try the red dress first," Angela said bringing the dress to me.She pulled it over my head and arranged it over the corset. It huggedmy now shapely figure and exposed the tops of two very nice globes. Shetugged and pulled and led me to a mirror. "Well, what do you think?" Amazing." I said. "At least from the neck down." Don't worry about that. You'll. Before I could text her a punishment she texted first. “Could you please send me a photo of your cock?” She asked. Mistake.“I told you to call me sir. I only send pictures of my cock to girls who follow orders. Are you ready to follow orders?” “Yes, sir. I’m sorry sir. I’ll do anything to make it up to you.”Just the answer I wanted to hear.“When the next man comes up to you and starts dancing with you, I want you to fold that form fitting dress of yours up so that your entire ass and pussy are. “Now turn around with your hands on your hips Carla.“Is that special? Does that stretch your boundaries?,” Ros asks with a huge smile as Charles and I both ogle Carla’s flaccid cock as he flaunts it for us. No pubic hair apart from just a tuft of hair above his cock. Carla is huge, my man is eight-inches when erect I muse as I try to make a comparison. “You can see why Carla is so popular with both men and women. “Carl changed his name to Carla when he switched sides,” Ros purrs as she strokes.