Making sure You can see, I push the shorter side of the dress all the way up my thigh and stroke two fingers over my pussy as You look on proudly. ... “Mmm, you really are a dirty little bitch, aren’t you?” You say to me, Your voice almost a whisper. “Aren’t you?” You repeat, a little louder. “Yes Master,” I whimper. “I’m Your dirty little bitch. Your cock slut.” My fingers move faster as I feel my juices start to flow. You watch me for another minute or so,. I told her I was wondering when she wanted to get together again and she suggested Friday, as she usually went out straight after work and often stayed at friends so her Mum and Dad wouldn't think it odd she didn't come home.Good plan I thought as, although we weren't actually doing anything wrong, I didn't think Her dad, Mark, would take kindly to his daughter fucking the electrician and of course as I was fucking her mum Angela I didn't want to put paid to that little bit of fun. I asked her. It turned me on so much to see the genderroles reversed like that. It made me feel vulnerable and submissive,just like a woman and I came hard every time.Alas, once I moved to college, it became increasingly difficult to finda girl who would share this fetish with me. I did have a few casualencounters with women I had met on the internet, but none of them everdressed up in masculine clothing.As I reached the bar, a drag queen approached me and asked me what Iwould like to drink. I ordered a. Laura sighed and entered the office.“Mrs. Paramo,” Burl said. Shelly, the other woman who worked in the mall, swapped weekends with Mrs. Paramo.“What can I do for you, Burl?” the elderly woman asked.“This is Laura Lane. She needs permission to play her guitar in the mall,” Burl said.“Another busker?” Mrs. Paramo asked.“Yes,” Burl said. “She sings ballads and folk music.”“I prefer to think of myself as a wandering minstrel,” Laura said.“I don’t see any problems so long as you stay away from.