I landed on "cute" to describe how I looked. At least to me, I didn't feel like I was drop dead gorgeous, but I was attractive. I probed a little at m... face, and Kiki chimed in "kinda girl-next-door, I'd say." I smiled and nodded. That worked for me. My eyes had pretty much stayed the same, blue with thick lashes. They looked larger, though. My nose had gone from kind of hawkish to more like a button with a slight upturn. My lips had filled out some, but weren't huge. A mole I had on my lower. But that was not the case. The current atmosphere, her present frame of mind, wasn't Susan Rogers the dedicated newlywed. Instead, it was Susan Rogers the sexually saturated and anticipating woman.She moved her hands to her breasts and slowly caressed her nipples.Any inhibitions she should have had deserted her. She felt like she was in one of those strip clubs, doing a private dance for him with the anticipated payoff not being bills stuck in her thong, but that massive cock driving into her. But I told him that I had nothing to wear. He told me not to worry and left to buy dresses for me. When he got back, he had a blue saree, a blue low cut embroidered blouse, skirt to wear under it, laced bra and panties. He had also brought a shaving kit and a few makeup items. I took the whole package and went in to the bathroom. In 30 minutes, I was all done. I looked more like a girl than a boy. He was astonished when he saw me dressed.He grabbed me and threw me on to the bed. And me being so. She whipped my thigh and commanded, "Lick me, you cunt."I started licking her pussy and she said, "This is the kind of treatment Mistress Bella's slaves get." She reached behind and grabbed my cock and said, "But this isn't responding to that treatment." I had to agree that being forcefully commanded was not appealing at the moment, but I kept licking her pussy. "Physical pain does not do it for you. Intimidation does not do it for you. Neither would extortion. I could threaten to drag you.