." She stopped talking then and just stared at me. I hadn't" been able to stop stroking my cock with her panties and they were sodden with my cum. ...ome of it was sliding down my shaft.Finally I found my voice. "Connie...Honey...this isn't what it seems. I mean it is what it looks like, but I never wanted you to see."She closed the door then and said, "You need to call the school and tell them I am not coming in today Daddy. My head jerked when she said that and when she saw my quizzical. It was made entirely of soft pink plastic, and as I stepped intoit I could feel the plastic sit around my waist and then cover my body asshe put my arms into the long sleeves and did the zip up at the backuntil the collar was quite firm around my neck. The dress shimmered as itlay on the petticoat and when I moved I could hear it swish against thepetti. Short lacy pink socks and my 3" pink plastic heels were next,followed by a touch up to my makeup and the placement of a plastic ribbonin my. .she could still escape...The early morning rolled around, and she couldn't take it. The thought that the barrier was crossed, and a man was in the other room, waiting to warm her as she slept, was too daunting. If he was going to imprison her in his sexual fantasy, she decided she should take to it...right? Wasn't that the reasoning? It wasn't because she had feelings for him....that wasn't possible. She just wanted to feel good.She entered his room, and laid down next to him. In mere minutes,. Wanna come?”“Sure.” I replied.“Okay. Meet us at the campus bar at 8.” She said.“See you there.” I said before hanging up the phone.It seemed funny to me that she didn’t mention our little ‘sexting’ episode. Either way, I was excited about seeing her again. I had not yet met her friend Chris, but was intrigued. I didn’t even know if Chris was a male or a female. At 7:50pm I left my house.I arrived at the bar on time and soon met Chris, which was short for Christine. She was a girl, which was.