” In our unusual relationship, I did not have to ask for permission to move or say anything or call my “dom” Sir. We had an unwritten and unspok...n agreement. I would do as I was told and Verne would not deprive me of anything I desired or needed from his genital regions. “We could have done this today,” I said as I stood up to clear my body of the unnecessary garments I was wearing. “Without you giving me the illusion that you missed me.” I said with a smile and Verne’s face broke into a. It was The Wardrobe.Slowly, reverantly, I opened one of the doors. But instead of wintercoats, there were little girl dresses hanging in The Wardrobe. Eventhough they were all too small for me, I still found myself admiringthem and wishing I could try them on.Then the voice came to me. Well, not actually a voice, but a sort of...thought. It was the same thought that had brought me to this warehouse,this crate, and this wardrobe. The thought was saying, I must moveforward. With my heart thumping. Elizabeth noticed me staring at her. She walked up to me and asked me to dance with her. I thanked her for the invite and politely informed her I don’t dance. She looked me in the eye, smiled and called me a pussy. I smiled back at her and offered to assist her with refining her manners. She didn’t flinch and dared me to try. I was expecting her to turn and walk away. She just stood there and glared at me. Waiting to see who would look away first. I felt my cock twitch. I lifted my glass of. His big hand keeps squeezing my flesh as heleans over to shout into my ear. He tells me how wet I am. Like I don?t knowthat. I rock my hips slowly as his fingers go up my cunt.I am forcing myself not to think about the fact that probably half the bar havetheir eyes on my ass by now. He has a room upstairs. He would like toknow whether I?d care to join him for some private fun. I have so much tequilain me and so much pussy juice smeared between my legs that I can?t possibly sayno. I whisper.