I told her in which room I was, she came and knocked the door. I have opened the door, and I was awestruck again by seeing her beauty. She was wearing...a purple color t-shirt and tight jeans. She was uncomfortable because I was a stranger to her and she came in quickly and sat on the chair. After coming down, she started saying that I don’t know why I have messaged you, I don’t know whether am doing right or wrong, but she wanted to feel that pleasure. I told her to relax and just sit and talk.I. She said I needed an "anchor," so she decreed that I would take up smoking. Sheplaced me on a nicotine patch and gum program and by the end of the first week,I was readily chain-smoking her More Menthol 120s.She let my hair grow out and every morning, she'd put me in tight curlers,which I'd wear all day and at night (with a few pins and a hairnet). In themorning she'd take them out and start over again. My hair was only styled andout of curlers for special occasions. But she did something that. My favorite feature of the skirt was the laces along the side that required tying and tightening. The laces started at the hem of the skirt and went all the way to the top, resulting in massive, gaping holes along the side of the skirt. It showed my naked thigh all the way to my hip bone and gave a sneak peek of my thong. At first, I thought about wearing a more subtle and less conspicuous colored thong. But who am I kidding? I LOVE showing off my thong to these boys. I opted to wear a leopard. We continue to make pleasantries for a bit before we move on the what we are both after – the fantasy. “So, okay erm….I guess we can meet for coffee I suppose. Are you free tomorrow at 1pm?” she says innocently. “Of course, sure. Can you get to that coffee shop along the street I suggested before as I can get there” I say.Before I know it things have gone well. The phone is back in my pocket and I’ve arranged to meet this fairly local ish girl who likes porn from xhamster so we can chat over.