Well fuck me. The girl looked just like the "Ugly Canadian", that's for damn sure.Hey, don't start laughing just yet, partner. No, no. I haven't told ...ou the worst part. Not by a long shot.Must say, she was dressed just a *little* different from the folks around here.First thing you'd notice was the wool skirt that hung on her just like an old potato sack. Couldn't believe the damn thing was almost dragging the ground. My, my. Never saw that exact color of drab gray before.She was also wearing. Viewing the pics again, seeing this slut sucking on my slave, gives me another idea. ‘Turn around,’ I command my slave. I am presented with a lovely view of his tight ass. The panties are sheer red, the dark line of his crack visible through the panties. ‘Crawl to the couch.’ Doing as he is told, crawling to the couch. I tuck the phone under the throw pillow. This is my pleasure. I love seeing his manly body in soft girlish things. It might embarrass him to be dressed as a hot slut, but. I called her number and made an appointment.That day changed my life and I became a regular client. I had a huge crush on her, but she would never let me touch her sexually, nor would she ever give me a happy ending regardless how much I begged her.One day, I had been seeing her for about a year, she emailed me an invitation to a BDSM party she was hosting for a few friends at the dungeon. She asked me whether she could "feature" me at the party, but refused to tell me what this meant, simply. Fast forward a few years to 2010. I am going through a divorce and Laney happens to find me on Facebook/Myspace. Either way, it was good to talk to someone through this rough patch. We made plans to meet a week or so later when she said she was also going through a divorce. She ended up coming over to my house and I was shocked when I saw her. She wasn't skinny by any means but definitely lost a good deal of weight and was still losing it. She still had her cute smile of course which.