The Pig loves to cuddle. He likes me to take his little body in my arms and hold him tightly. He's a fucking needy teenage boy and I give him the love...and discipline his life needs. He loves to kneel open mouthed, tongue extended while I rest just my dickhead on his tongue and piss a slow stream of piss down his tongue groove. He loves to lick my ass clean after I take a healthy dump. He loves me to fuck his young tight red whipped ass as hard as I can, and he begs me to bring my buddies over. We could surprise her.’ ‘All right – but it will be a little expensive Tony.’ ‘Ah, not only intelligent and attractive – but practical too, I like that.’ He took out his wallet and simply asked. ‘How much?’ I replied by saying that the price depended on exactly what was involved and for how long – but he didn’t seem to be listening, merely separating a number of notes from the thickish bundle in the wallet, then having folded them, he discreetly slid them across the table to me. ‘If, afterwards. "You need to get fucked." He had a dangerous look in his eyes as he said it. It was like he was almost saying that if I don't get out that he was going to drive me somewhere and he was going to fuck me. I took Mitch's hand and left the car. The taxi driver stuck his head out of the window and watched us walk away. I looked back at him. He was glaring at me. "He scared me," I said to Mitch. "Darling the only thing you need to worry about is being bowed legged tomorrow," Mitch said. He put. For me it was the sense of "rightness"and peace that mattered.) I purchased some cheap makeup from Boots theChemist and practiced for hours in front of the mirror. I couldn't yetachieve the same standard that Imogene had demonstrated, but I wasdefinitely getting better. I no longer looked like a clown with coloursmeared all over my face; rather I was a fairly average "girl next door".I also practiced hard so as to be competent walking in high heels.Fortunately Mummy and I took the same size in.