Tayler came up to him, complimenting him on the party's success. He thanked her, as he looked at his friend of more than five years. His mind told him...'what the hell' as he leaned in and kissed her. The girl was shocked, taken aback by the brashness of her friend, but she quickly complied, jumping on him, wrapping her legs around him as she kissed him back. They continued to make out for a while when Tayler broke off their lips. "Maybe we can go back up to your room?" Too far," Tyler cut in. Easy – you just go up to Her and say “I’m a wanker and I worship you Miss”. Not. It takes time. Usually it will be a girl at work, or somewhere you regularly see Her, like if She works in a pub or shop – specially a dirty bookshop. For worshippers who have a normal social life it could be friends or even family – not anything I can tell you about, but I would have thought a lot more risky, if you don’t want your dirty dark-life secret to be out. I worshipped several girls at work, one who I was. In a few years, the grown-up Leslie Wellington became the chanteuse of her generation. Leslie would also become her generation’s social conscience, just as Trish became the conscience for hers.Leslie had changed into a new outfit in the woman’s restroom. She was happy with her new clothes and increasingly very comfortable with her new body. After just a few well-chosen pieces of advice from Trish, Leslie had decided that she had no choice but to be a ten year old girl so she took on the role. Phyllis moaned with pleasure as she took another deep inhale from her lipstick stained cigarette. Rolanda gently pulled her panties down and out sprang the most beautiful cock I had ever seen. I had never thought about being attracted to another man's cock, but something in me had changed tonight."Well, now Phyllis, we find out if the post hypnotic suggestion worked or not." Rolanda handed me a cigarette and flicked the lighter again, holding it up to my eyes before touching it to my cigarette..