Forget it," I replied, trying tosound confident.She pulled out a black pvc wet look bra which matched the panties I waswearing and at last I began to ...ee the writing on the wall.It just happens to match the panties I told myself. It doesn't mean itwill fit me, does it? But as Rita guided my hands behind my back to hookup my bra I realised I was sealing my fate.I was wearing a bra for the first time in my life."Shall I glue the breastforms on or will you?" Rita said triumphantlywith a wicked. She has made me walk up to a totalstranger and offer to suck his cock and if he doesn't just walk away, Iam to reach out and rub his cock thru his pants. I have even had to dothis a few times while he has a girlfriend or wife or whatever standingwith him. I have been smacked by them as well. Once, when I had done this and the girlfriend didn't smack me, shewhispered something in Mistress Denise's ear, we were both invited backto their place where I had to serve them all glasses of wine. We. Up ahead, a sign “Billy's Farmer's Market”. She pulled into the parking lot (a grassy clearing) and looked dubiously at the old weathered market stand. There was a young man behind the stand and a few other young men lounging around drinking beer. But the stand had lots of fresh looking fruits and vegetables. She got out and went to the stand.“Morning ma'am,” Billy Jr. said as he looked at the tired, sleepy looking foreigner wearing slightly odd clothes. Then he remembered the plan and. After years of frustration, he had made it good. Good? Hell, he had come on like Gangbusters, Batman, and Errol Flynn all rolled together.He knew how lucky he was that his early years of failures with females had not rendered him impotent. How many times had he got some doll all steamed up, and then when she slipped her hand over that skinny length of meat, felt it wilt in her grasp as she went into hysterical laughter over the misshapen thing?And even the pros hadn't been able to hide their.