. . able to keep biting me . . . but I got confused . . . confused! I've . . . I've never been here before. I just wanted to check out the clothes! Yo...'re not . . . not on my list! Not on my list! So you can't catch me . . . so leave me alone!" "You keep a list?" "Of . . . of every p-predator I need to worry about. Ever since I was a little faygirl. And you're not on it! You're not! So follow the rules . . . AND LEAVE ME ALONE!" Had this lady ever really been little? Bravehunt could ponder. I'd always put my panties on last, for some reason; I just liked it that way. My Mother's friend and occasional lover, Uncle Steven, caught me dressed once. He promised never to tell anyone.I would lie there, dressed like a cheap slut, dreaming of being firmly filled with cock and cum and used for whatever kinky fantasy my tormentors dreamed up for me.One morning, on my day off, I had planned to spend the whole day dressed. I was just admiring myself in the mirror when I heard a noise. I tried. My cock did not take very long to get rock hard, stretching its length along her now very wet pussy.I was flustered, and I was feeling very horny because she had never done anything like this before. We were giggling and kissing and I whispered and asked just how far she was going to go with this. With one very delicate and incredibly quick manoeuvre She gently rose up, took her hand grabbing my cock to position it at the lips of her pussy and sunk down her full weight onto my pulsing rock. I'll be right out." Yes ma'am," I responded as I curtsied and turned to go prepare her drink.As I reached the door, Mandy called out, "Sissy?"Halting, I replied, "Yes Miss Stratton?" Isn't Jim handsome?"What?! Why ask me that? I didn't know how to respond. He was handsome,but it wasn't as though I cared.In my hesitancy, she asked again, "Don't you think so Sissy?" Uh, yes ma'am," I answered. "I suppose that he is," I acknowledged.I went to Mandy's bar to prepare her a Cosmo. When I.