It terrified her because it was sexual, and Rose couldn't stop herself from glancing at the woman's breasts.The woman's blouse was halfway open, revea...ing the black lace bra that she wore, and Rose stared at the exposed part of her breasts. The woman's legs caught her attention, and she found herself focusing on a spot right under her short skirt. She never felt sexual desire looking at another woman's body before, and it frightened her how much she liked looking at the woman's thighs.Rose. It's going to be so much fun."Sighing, I stood up and followed obediently. I'd honestly avoidedwomen's clothing when I shopped before, partly out of embarrassment,partly out of what was likely a hidden desire to wear what I saw. Now,given my figure, there was no way I was going to look right in men'sclothing.On the drive to the mall, a thought occurred to me. "Mistress? Thelast two days have been pretty pleasurable, but it can't be this easy,can it?"She patted my thigh. "No. For you,. Sissy should have given her a better apology than he did.He was supposed to... and... she deserved something better! And what theheck was his "sissy voice?"In the break room, she headed straight for the coffee pot and pouredherself a cup, never glancing once back in Sissy's direction. She justknew he was there - like an unwanted extra arm or leg. She had alreadyspotted the nearly empty box of doughnuts and grabbed the very lastone. With a mocking look straight at him, she took a bite and. It was difficult to contain my screams and moans, but anyone could have passed by the door at any moment and heard me. As it was, some of the louder ones still escaped my lips. If someone were to come in through that door at that very moment they wouldn’t have seen the prim and proper and elegant bride I was expected to be. Instead they would have seen a lustful, wanton, erotic woman thrashing in orgasm beneath the body of the man capable of making her feel a slut and love every fucking second.