Tell me about the jewelry you wore. And did you wear makeup?I remember feeling very pretty but I was by no means dressed slutty, but far more like a w...man than I was used to. I chose the panties, so yeah, boy shorts were probably not the right choice but what did I know? I did wear light makeup, which my mom had started letting me wear a few months earlier. She helped me with my makeup and we took quite a few pictures that day. God, I know I wore jewelry but for the life of me I can't remember. By the time she made it to the door, Christy was 36 minutes late. She didn’t offer an apology, just asked me if I was ready to start her punishment. It almost looked like she had a grin in her eyes.I directed her to go to the basement so that we wouldn’t wake my wife and baby. I instructed her to undress, completely. She faced me a stared straight into my eyes as she pulled her top slowly over her head. She unfastened her bra and let it fall off her shoulders and then to the floor. She was. "Still a horny little slut," one says and the others snigger. My head is yanked forward and I feel a semi-hard dick pressed against my lips. "Get to work you filthy whore. Make me ready so I can take that ass of yours." I open wide and suck greedily, licking him furiously around the head, before sucking him deep. I can still taste the residue of my own juices and sperm on him. It tastes good. I now have three fingers in my tight asshole fucking me. Stretching me. I relish the feeling of cock. I'll admit there was some hesitation to put this thing on. futasuits were new tech. stuff that you heard rumors about online, on placeslike 'fictionmania,' but i thought there was no way they could reallyexist. but here i was, about to not just come in contact with it, but tobe swallowed whole by one.as i slipped the futa suit on, i started to forget myself. that must be howthey worked i thought. my middle aged body, slowly transformed into thatof a hourglassed blonde bombshell bimbo's. .