I reached behind me to unclasp my bra, still with my eyes closed, I let it fall to the ground and ran my hands over my breasts, I involuntarily squeez...d my nipples. I lifted my arms and reached behind my head to undo the ponytail, I let my hair down and shook my head, feeling my hair brush my shoulders. Then I my hands traveled down my belly and hooking my thumbs in the elastic of my panties I slid them down my legs and stood up kicking them off together with my shoes. I was naked in front of. "You like them?" heasked I had to admit they were hot and that I was so turned on by it."The first time the slave tasted shit, it ceased to be human, it becamean it and it became nothing but a toilet so that's when I gave it thetattoos"We carried on talking about what else the toilet had faced which justgot me more and horny even though I never had any intention of becominga slave of any sort never mind a toilet slave.By now I had just about finished my wine and was drunk, I told him soand as. I asked my mom about helping me with my costume, but she told me that it would be easier to rent one. We took off in her car and went to several costume shops in search of the outfit I would wear to the party. The search for a costume was fruitless. At this late date, the costume shops were out of anything I would even consider wearing.During the ride home, my mom came up with an idea that I really liked. She told me that she would dig out my dad's old leather jacket, buy me a pair of tight. Juan was infinitely patient. He stroked and caressed Susan very gently for a long time. He told her to close her eyes and imagine that she was with her husband. He was amazingly gentle and quickly discovered the different reactions that his touch elicited from her body. As unwilling as Susan was, his persistence and tenderness was working to break down some of her barriers. Juan could tell that her breathing was getting deeper and faster. A light sheen of sweat was beginning to form on Susan's.