She did not resemble in any way, shape, manner, or form what she really was - an absolute slut. She had been one since she was eighteen when, high on ...eer following a football game, she had allowed five guys to take her cherry. Everyone in town knew she was a slut, everyone but me, that is. I didn't get to find out until after we were married.I was five years older than JoAnne and I'd already left town and was in college when she started building her reputation so there wasn't any way I could. . I designed your body, I know what it is like." This is incredible!" I know... Now remember you only have until this time tomorrow morning... so make sure you are back here, alone, by at least then to avoid embarrassment or confusion. And be careful too... Hate to see a beautiful woman, and a great guy like you get in to trouble." With that she disappeared again.Michael, now calling himself Michelle, searched his wardrobe and found a pair of simple white panties and bra. Next he decided to. "Do you mean, today, or for the rest of your life?" I smiled."Erm ... both?" Well," I said, "it's up to you, but I'd really like to spend the day with you. Take you home to change your clothes, catch a bus out to Fox House, get some lunch at Longshaw Lodge and have a walk. Come home, change again and go out for supper. Then ... it's up to you." And ... the rest of my life?" Well ... when you're ready, I'd like to marry you and spend the rest of my life with you." Oh..." She rested her head on. I could feel steam pouring from it as I fucked myself for his pleasure, pulling and twisting my nipples, until I couldn’t stand it anymore, growing desperate, my moans drowning out the music as I felt myself peaking.“I can’t!” I cried out, spasms rippling through me, my entire body lifting off the couch, my spine curving until I felt like I would break in half.“Not. Until. I. do.” He punctuated each word with a savage pull of his cock, gritting his teeth with fierce concentration, his hips.