What was his name, Nigel, no Neil, yes Neil. He was so pretty, not a word one would use for a guy but fitted him perfectly. Tall fair, very fair and a...large cock that made you do almost anything to get it inside you. What he wanted were pictures, usually nude or at the very last topless. It wasn’t like I hadn’t posed like this before, my pervy brother had taken many pictures of my growing body. Often as a prelude to a naked romp on his bed. Not that he would actually fuck me, he didn’t do that. ?But not, of course, until the end of your shift tonight. Ihave two other things for you, but first prepare yourself and help me dress.? Speechless, Dillan rushed to thevanity. She removed all traces of makeup. Fleetingly inspecting her ownreflection in the mirror, Dillan tussled thehighlighted curls that reached just down to her shoulders and ran back to wherePhillipe was slipping on the white formal shirt over his bare chest. ?Here, D, give me your wrists. Iwill help you get started.? Dillan. I kept the conversation off of business largely because it seemed to be now interfering with Junior's drinking time. He sucked down two quick scotch & waters before the appetizers arrived, and sucked down, largely by himself, a bottle of nice Italian red wine and then immediately ordered us another bottle ... with yet another scotch on the side. Well, at least he wasn't going to be doing any driving. I'd only had two glasses of wine over the two hour dinner so I was still fine to drive.A fine. When I agreed to subject my vulva to the ultimate punishment and degrading humiliation of having my large labia being stitched together, I did so to prove to you and myself that I was finally able to offer my complete and utter womanhood to another human being without question, -a man who would nurture my desires and take ownership of my total sexuality. You alone had total control of my sexual functions and to decide if I would ever be penetrated by a penis ever again.... you took control of.