But we need to go out and I love showing how sexy you are! You'd wear a nice tight sleeveless black dress with a plunging neckline and that flairs out...below your ass, but is very short, ending right where your stockings start. That way anytime you bend over, you're showing off your sexy smooth skin.We'd go out for shopping and I'd make you go around finding men to bend over in front of. Drawing their attention to how sexy and slutty you are. I'd especially make you work to draw the attention of. "Because you're staring at my girls as if you're trying to see through this blouse!" she grinned.I turned red. She then touched my hand."Honey, it's flattering. Don't even worry."From that moment on, it became a daily joke. She'd give me a wink, adjust herself or pull back her shoulders. I'd smile and give them a once-over and nod with approval. Once in a while she'd come by with a bra from the ladies lingerie section and hold it up."Think this'll fit?"I'd shake my head. "Oh no, way too. He pointed to the other bed and said. "Lay down on you stomach and trynot to mess up your dress."One of the items in my kit was a ping-pong paddle covered in whiteleather. I felt my skirt being lifted, but I wasn't braced for the firstblow that landed. As painful as it was the tenth was much worse."Are you a filthy cock-sucker?" Yes, Sir," I answered. It was a poor conversation, but better thannone. The paddle took a savage bite."Are you a cum slut?" Yes, Sir." Are you an unfaithful whore?". .. it seemed so real. And yet ... glancing around, she could see that it was not. The room was bathed in pale moonlight, filtering in through the bamboo slats of the window blinds. The antique armoire stood sentinel in the shadows to her right, while the incredibly plush couch still kept its vigil along the wall opposite the end of the bed. And the luminous display of the alarm clock on the nightstand let her know it was 4:23 AM.Weary now that the adrenaline rush was fading, she scooted back in.