I knew that Jon would not, I knew he wouldn't even give it a thought. He would watch tv and eat food, and simply wait for his little slut to get ready...for him. Why would he? He knew that he was the alpha in the situation. Looking at my butt and preparing in this new way started to change the I thought about myself and other men. I began to look at my body as a tool, or a sculpture to be molded for other men's pleasure. When I looked in the mirror I began to stand sensually. I began to pose like. " The point is that while I didn't really have anyprevious fantasies about being somebody's sissy slut, it was an excitingidea that seemed to offer a great deal of promise.And like I said, I'd been drinking.I responded to a few more personals and then left to go check out someother porn sites. In the spirit of the first ad, I browsed some bondagesites and found that I quite enjoyed the women who were trussed up,helpless to resist the staggeringly huge cocks that came at them fromboth fore and. We all know the sort . did see quite a few things going on in them . especially single men turning up with hard cocks wanting some fun . most nights I would get dressed up and climb out and walk up and down and seeing if anyone saw me , then quickly run back to the lorry and hide . it was a thrill , but as most of us know , every thrill , dies down and you look for the next one .so this one night I was dressed up , the normal kind of stuff , wig , heels , skirt stockings blouse . I tended to. The girl could tell there was something too, so we agreed to just let it be.I got out and returned home. Visited with some old friends, even tried to look Fish up, but she was gone. Started working with Daddy again, but it didn't feel right.One day, it was late spring, I was standing in my normal spot outside Daddy's shop, looking west again. Momma had dropped by with some lunch for Daddy and me, so they came out to stand with me for a while. Momma got in front of me and put her hand on my.