“Emmalyne, if you don’t mind my asking. May I kiss you?” He took my grin as a yes and slowly moved closer to me. Closer and closer he got until ...is lips were inches from mine. His lips touched mine only for a split second, sending sparks through my body. His lips crushed back into mine with such lust and want. My hands instantly wrapped around his neck and my fingers got tangled in his shaggy hair. He explored my body with his hands. He broke the kiss and flashed me another prefect smile. He. I let the water drain from the tub as he finishes up. I turn and get on my knees so that my ass is facing up toward his face. He leans in to kiss my ass. I allow him this little luxury, for now. He reaches between my legs and places his hand palm up on my stomach and using the other starts to scrub my ass. The cloth feels amazing as he runs it up and down my crack. I can feel the tingling and anticipation building in the pit of my stomach. He starts to slide his hand back toward my. Mistress Veronica," I said, feeling my skin warming with embarrassment as I lowered my eyes. "I'm sorry." That's better," she agreed with a small, sort of smug smile. "Get those ugly pants off! Your mommy buy those for you?" Uh..." I'd gotten my shirt off and kicked off my shoes, and now I unbuttoned my jeans and started pushing them down. "Yeah, um ... Yes! Mistress Veronica, I mean." Ugly boxers too," Heather giggled. "A fag like you needs some proper panties, I think." Used ones," Veronica. But as she continued, people were now stopping to look as she passed by. Her momentary discomfort was quickly replaced, however, as she began to study their expressions and found only pleasure, admiration and acceptance on their faces. She realized it was her physical appearance they found so appealing and as her initial discomfort quickly faded, she began to actually enjoy the attention. Suddenly she found herself in high heels which made her hips swing sensuously as she walked and she felt.