" I don't know what you mean, or who you're talking about. I can do something to help you answer your questions, but that would be between me and you.... Can you find me some nice underwear?" I can see what I have lying around the house. I think that I'll need to check out your measurements first."I made it my mission to rock her world. If I was going to use my sex training learned while I was in New York, now was the time to do so, with a girl who had a father high up in the KGB. I didn't know. The click of my heels echoed through each level as I minced my way to the busy street below. A cool summer breeze blew up my mini skirt tickling my ass. The pink thong panties Master picked barely contained my swollen balls and the pink cock cage that imprisoned my clitty.I tried to appear confident and natural but I was terrified someone might clock me for what I am. My makeup was impeccable and my wig looked natural. If I was dressed more conservatively, they might look right past me but I. She had, early on let him know that there were NO restrictions on what he could photograph. Every day family type pictures, pin-ups, nudes, or her in action with other people. He ALWAYS asked permission of her partners, first. He had, also, taken many, MANY pictures of their friends in Germany, with THEIR permission. There had been only one that had been reluctant to allow pictures to be taken of them, and HE had given a VERY good reason, so nothing had been said.They finally got around to. "I just let out a big laugh at her statement. For a doctor with two masters degrees she sure was pulling my leg on this one, but yet the thought of actually exploring such an option seemed intriguing. The only question was why she wanted me to experience this. "You have sparked my interest a little, but even if was possible, then why me and not someone else? Plus why not try it on yourself?"Her smile increased as if I had stubbed onto the one question she was leading me to. "Just asking that.