I’m just doing what it takes to keep us all safe.”She wanted to believe him, he could see.“I didn’t take off any more of your clothes than I h...d to,” he said. “See? You’ve still got your crew skirt and your panties.”She looked down at them, and back up at him. “Thank you,” she said, with genuine gratitude.“Thank you, sir,” he corrected gently.“Thank you, sir.”“If I let you go, are you going to help me and Rospar?” he asked.“I don’t have a choice, do I?” she asked.“No,” he agreed. “You can’t. Err...ahhh...I mean...sir you make me so wet now!” I rub my crotch against her wiggling butt. “It’s ok, you can call me Brandon. Allyson, my baby...ummm...you make me so hard and ready. I wanna be your dog, could you be my bitch?” I say as lusty passion runs high. “Oh yes, Oh yes! I think my brain too is going primitive from me being so fucking horny and wet now.” Hearing her sultry voice, her seductive whispers and mutters, I say,“Oh baby, that makes me feel all the more wilder!” “You're body. We dated for about two months. James was always a gentleman. He never tried to touch me up, but we both enjoyed a great deal of kissing and cuddling. We had not discussed sex or anything of that nature, and I was surprised to find that I was starting to think about it. One night I found myself in bed thinking about James and his strong body. I imagined what his hands would feel like on me and how he would explore all my intimate places. I was touching myself, my fingers gently flicking over my. I was left to wear them overnight and she wouldremove them and brush out my hair on Saturday mornings.I suddenly noticed the time. "Sorry Violet time I was going let's finishthis tonight." Underneath my girdle I'd felt my arousal, Violet's taleof his inevitable slide into a petticoated life struck a nerve with me.When I was younger and reading erotic stories of feminisation I muchpreferred those narratives where, like in a game of chess, the subjectis presented with an ever decreasing number of.