" She was looking between my legs. Her fingers reached up and began to rub me down there, the black cotton of my panties sliding across my liberally l...bed pussy. I moaned openly. "You want me to do it, don't you?" I nodded. She smiled at me, "Say it, straight girl. Tell me you want me to eat your pussy." Please, eat my pussy, Courtney. Pleasse..." I whispered, desperate to feel her pretty mouth on my aching vagina."Since you asked so nicely," she said and pulled my panties to one side. I felt a. He’s a good guy who had gone to high school with us. He was an honor student like Christine. However, I didn’t see him as a rival. At the end of summer, I returned to town to spend a week before fall ball. I saw Christine and told her I wanted her to come with me. She still wouldn’t leave school. I got a bit man-dominate and she didn’t like that either. When I left, I told her I loved her and wanted her with me.She said something curious. She said that she loved me and would have liked us to be. There was an attached pleated skirt with red and white pleats. Glen dug some more and came up with the gloves. They were really only arm covers in red, with while fringe. Glen considered that uncovered shoulders would be all right, as well as his uncovered legs. He had virtually no body hair, and was more thin and femme now than ever before. The outfit came up in the front to a collar that encircled the throat. That would hide his Adam's apple. He still would need to cover his face.He continued. .almost as if she were a Slave Girl and you her Mistress!You explained that although you were a successful computer programmer,with a well-ordered life-style, you had always enjoyed the feel of silksand the flash of jewelry. And somehow, as you grew more successful, youfound your Alter Ego -- Anna -- emerging as an escape from your stuffy,structured life.Sasha commiserated with you and asked if you'd like to see her wardrobeclose-up and possibly try on a couple of her outfits: Guess the.