Is it worth getting in a little trouble to avoid showing him all the emails of you jerking off you sent me?” she said.I reminded her that I didn’t...send them and she showed me her phone and said that it looked like I did to her.I went back to my room confused and frustrated. Charity did indirectly suggest she had no qualms with losing her privacy. It still didn’t add up that Lindsay wanted me to be the mean one. I felt like she was setting me up for a trap. She already had enough blackmail to. I would quietly enter her house and hide myself in her large walk-in closet until she got ready for her part-time job. When she least expected it, I would reveal myself and enjoy her reaction to the element of surprise. The pre-dawn hours had become very windy, so my entry into her bedroom was no problem. She was sleeping soundly on top of her covers, wearing a dark coloured full panty and the ash blonde wig she had worn earlier. She looked incredibly sexy wearing the wig, and I watched her. She grabbed a long leather coat and I had to put it on. The coat just covered my wrist cuffs but could never cover the front of my collar. She told me I had to go from her house to the train station in our town. There I had to pick up, from a luggage locker, the keys to unlock the corset, collar and cuffs. I was quit for a moment. This I hadn't expected. Never in our game playing had I been outside. I was never outside as a girl! Off course there was no way back, knowing protesting would lead. Gracie said. "He wants me so badly he gets so nervous every time he's near me." He did. But not for the reason Gracie thought. He kept looking over his shoulder and all around the whole time he was talking to her - worried one of his mates would see him talking to her. So fucking lame. I disliked him instantly.If you're prepared to fuck a fatty then you should at least be prepared to be seen in public with her. Although I suppose I've fucked guys I'd never be seen in public with.Gracie wanted.