It was only after putting it on that she noticed thelittle bows at the side.No matter, she thought, with impressive strength of mind, no-one willspend...any time looking at them. She reasoned that yesterday's skirt wasprobably good for a second day and grabbed a shirt from the wardrobe thatshe thought was white but turned out to be a very light pink withslightly ruffled cap sleeves. At the same time she selected the only pairof flats present on the shoe rack. She ignored the vanity mirror and. She had learned of her submissive side while in college herself thanks to an old boyfriend who introduced her to her "other" side. Then she met Jim. He had a son, Steve, who was only about two years old. He helped her explore and refine her submission. And for a while, she felt more complete and happy than she'd ever been. But then Jim got killed by a drunk driver one night coming home from work. And she was single again–this time with the young Steve to somehow raise by herself. Steve's. Somewhere in the swarm of bodies, the blonde had wandered off. Neither of the two boys seemed worried. The taller man nodded and gestured to his friend. ‘This is Baby. You alone?’ Reno jerked his head toward Baby, who returned the motion, then leaned back again. ‘You never told me your name. And yea. I’m alone.’ ‘The name’s Maki.’ They danced together, the three of them, their movements synchronizing together in an unexpressed pattern to the beat of the music. Others danced up close, then away.. Letting go now of my balls, I raised my left arm up and behind my head, catching a whiff of my rank pits. Must have been a good dream, cause I was ripe as fuck. Grabbing a full fist of cock now, I started slowly stroking, catching the natural lube from my piss slit, and groaning now at the awesome feeling.With the morning piss now reaching a level of self determination, I decided I needed to hurry up, or my bed was going to be soaked. As I picked up the pace, and squeezing harder on my rock.