She rushed to see who it could be, hoping maybe it was Kevin or maybe even Lisa. To her shock and horror, she opened the door to see the clothing stor... security guard standing outside. He smiled as he watched recognition cross her lovely face."Wha-- what do you want? Why are you here?"The man held up a purse, HER purse, which she'd forgotten at the store on Wednesday. "You left something behind when ya ran out of my store, little darlin'. And since your driver's license was inside, I didn't. Slowly, I begin to stretch them out, using them as a kind of handle to move your breasts in a circular motion."Slave! Take one hand and keep pulling these nipples for me." I say, "I want them to stay nice and hard!"You bring up your right hand and begin to feverishly pinch, roll and pull on your nipples, taking great care to pay equal attention to each."Good slave!" I say, "Now, spread your legs!"Shifting your weight back and forth, You work your legs further apart. Slowly, I run my hand up. Why weren't they saying anything? Aziz crouched down close the fresh corpse; he reached forward with his left hand to move the mass of tangled, dark hair that covered the face; at once, she reminded him of Justine."Aiyeeee! Nooooooo!" Jamal screamed with shock and then rage as he pulled away the hair from the face of the woman only to discover Justine's dead, beautiful eyes staring emptily upwards unto his. So tortured was her death that the expression on her face seemed frozen between a scream. She knowsof but does not approve of my desires. She did let me keep in my drawersand exclusively wear only women's panties for several years, but then askedme to stop.My first venture out in fem was in the early 70s. I was not very good butseemed to pass about 75% of the time. I have purged my clothes many timesbut after the last end to my dressing, I kept all of my clothes and hairpieces. In 1980, I increased my wardrobe and spent every weekends inwomen's clothes. My make up and clothes.