"I can't wait to get my hands on you. Do you enjoy someone going down on you? Also, do you have big or small pussy lips"? Once again she responded rig...t back…."You sound like fun. I'm looking forward to your hands on me! As for my lips…you'll find out tomorrow morning. As she asked when I arrived I texted her from the parking lot of the Pleasanton Residence Inn. She told me to met her at the north door entrance in 5 minutes. As I waited, once again I looked at her photos wondering how her mouth. I looked at the dress. I walkedover to it and brushed my hand across it.'That will keep you warm.' I giggled as I took it off the manikin. It wasalso a bubblegum pink and poofed out at the waist, ending at the knees.It had a cute white bow in the back. I kept giggling as I stepped into itand zipped it up.'Oh no!'"What what? Did it rip?" I asked as I tried to twist to see.'No your tights are getting dirty from the floor. Quick the shoes!' Igrabbed the white high heeled boots that were next to. The reasons for this were also obvious to her – after all, she had had the breakthrough during the week that enabled her to see that in order to be in control in so many other facets of her life, she had to let herself go from time to time. Her sexual games with Mistress provided that outlet.But why, then, had Mistress rejected her? She was no longer the protective heroine, hopelessly resisting while insisting that Mistress held some mystical power of mind control. Nor was she still the control. I steadly rubbed my button thinking about that, guys putting their dicks through a hole to get sucked, squeezing my thighs together for maximum effect.The smell, the sticky floor, the condom machine littered with graffiti, all sent me over the edge. I had a small trembler of an orgasm just as the door to the bathroom banged open and three boys walked in, their voices echoing off the tiles. They laughed and stopped when they saw my feet under the stall. I had my panties and workout shorts around.