"I know, Mick; really, I do. Whenyou take the time to tell me why this dress is right for me and thatone isn't, I feel seen in ways no man has ever s...en me. The averageschmuck, if he pays attention at all, he's telling his woman what towear because he wants to control her. He either wants to dress her upand show her off like a trophy or cover her up so other men won't findher attractive. It's never about what the woman wants, or how shefeels about what she's wearing and... and..."She held. My nylonclad legs slid easily forward on the white sheets whilemy tush, the preferred term by Mistress, stuck up in the air. The shortskirt of my uniform, enforced with net lace stood straight up and allowedanyone a good look of my buttocks covered with sheer nylon panties thatalso homed my little useless man clit. On my upper body, my breasts madethemselves noticed by succumbing to gravity. This was still such a weirdfeeling. I had fantasized about having breasts, but I had never wished. The caf?as almost deserted as I pushed open the door, but Kevin was not hard to spot at the far end of the line of tables. He stood up when he saw me, and as he pulled out a chair for me I could see he was already taking in my golden globes. I could feel the eyes of the other diners, both male and female, drinking in my shape. My butt was also pretty hot as I always wore specially enhanced panty-girdles under all my skirts and dresses.Kevin, wearing a stylish red shirt and jeans ordered our. This turned me on even more and as I gently guided my cock into her she gasped for air. Once I had the end in her pussy lips stood out more, they were pointing outwards wrapped around the start of the shaft where my thick foreskin had gathered to expose my bell end. I gripped her arse cheeks and pushed my cock all the way inside her until we had a meeting of my pubes and her bush. She gasped out the words "jesus Ian I thought you were taking it easy". I didn't reply this time, just pulled.