As he adjusted it, his hand brushed his cock, it was dripping and he got precum on it. "Lick your juices, for me."He never had, never thought about, b...t he did. It was sweet and sticky. "Good girl," she whispered.He shivered hearing that. I'm a man . . . I'm a man . . . part of him cried out but his heart was racing, he wanted to dress for mommy, to feel lace and satin, to feel the straps and buckles and snaps, to be special . . . to be a . . . . no, no . . . “I'm a m—“ but the word and the. I hand no idea who was doing this to me, was it a creep from school, was it a sexy bisexual woman heading home from work in a suit, was it a dirty old man after a sick jollie, all I know is the hand felt firm, the fingers now gently rubbing my clit were thick & strong. My intial shock started to turn to mixed emotions, no one had ever touched me down there before & it was scary but titilating, was I about to loose my virginity on a crowded school bus, the shame, she scandal, the ohhhhhhhhh, the. The network of social circles I've built would see me as the guy you call when you want to party, hike, or go cliff diving. They see me as the guy who'd sleep around with girls I meet in dance clubs and bars, read a book or two every now and then, and loves pizza. A normal guy who likes normal things. I feel guilty knowing that none of my friends know my dirty little secret.After the movie, Anja and I took her around the mall. It was around three when I asked her if she'd like to come over to. The customer who had requested the customizations to the kilt returned and was thrilled with the additions. I fitted the belt to the customer and sent him on his way.I let you take care of several customers including one that purchased a collar and wanted a ring attached. I had shown you a couple of ways that could be done and watched with pride as you explained them to the customer, then added the ring. There was a class you had wanted to attend on Master/slave relationships, so I send you off.