She picked up a pinkslip and held it up to me, loudly saying, "This will look good on you,and it's just your size. We'll take it." I got very hard imm...diately.The sales woman who'd been nearby snickered, looked at me and asked,"Would you like to check out now, Miss, or do you need matchingpanties?"My wife replied, "Oh, she's already wearing the matching panties. But wehave further shopping to do." As the sales woman laughed and nodded, Ifelt my cock getting harder still in my panties.My wife. Then the Mistress walked up along side of Ann and gave her akiss on the lips. ?Well, well shit hole, I bet you didn't know Ann has beenone of my professional slaves for quite some time now. When we saw you in theairport, we knew you'd be an easy mark, so I had Ann gain your confidence.You see, I don't like uppity whores who think who the hell they are. So I decidedto teach you a good lesson with the added convenience of having you as entertainmentfor our little convention.? She proceeded, ?And. It was a catchy song with a good beat, and I had to dance to it.In an attempt to calm down before she arrived, I took a shower and changed out of the clothes I'd worn all day. The shower didn't seem to help, so I sat at my piano, idly plinking out stray bits of music and looking at my watch every two or three minutes. I thought about calling her cell number but decided to give her at least an hour to find me. Just as I was thinking that maybe I should call I heard a car coming up my road. I sat. You blush because you know which ones you want, you want to wear the pretty ones, pink with ruffles in the back. The ruffles almost make it okay that you walk so awkwardly, as they shimmer as you wiggle your bottom. You whisper as much, and though she hears she pretends not to. ?Which ones?? she asks, leaning toward you. ?I want to wear the pretty ones,? you say at a decent conversational tone. She still plays dumb, asking what you're talking about. You sigh and wonder if it's worth.