I just came to know about this site a few days before , I read many stories and mean while I thought that why don’t I publicize my own true incident...which was happened to me. B4 telling u the incident I must introduce my self, I am a student of O levels second year an I am 19 only (believe it or not). But when this incident took place I was 18(true). I am studying accounts in O levels but, I always felt difficult to do it for that reason I consulted my uncle (living in Faislabad) what to do as. Without a word, Jim took off his jacket, putit over my shoulders, and escorted me out to the limo. Once inside, hefixed me a drink, which I gulped. He put his arm around me, and we rodehome in silence.That night, I slept in fuzzy pajamas instead of my usual satin nighty. Ididn't have any even vaguely boyish clothes, or I would have worn them.I got up around noon the next day, and checked my phone. Pictures of thenight before had already been published with headlines like, "Hot starlethooks. " What do you like about it?"The question seemed quite innocent on its face. It could almost bemistaken for friendly, but Wynne suddenly felt subject to a strange kindof pressure. The question was just a little too direct. A little too muchlike an interview question. Like there was a right and a wrong answer."Um......I like that the skirt has a high waist...." Yes," said Tony. "And why do you like that particularly?Wynne looked to Amanda for help, but she was just looking on happily, asif. It was the most exciting meet I had ever had to that point.It gave me the confidence to go dogging after dark fully dressed. I began to prepare my first outing by buying a black leather trenchcoat. I had always had a fetish for one and now decided it would be a good top layer to keep me warm, keep me aroused and act as a discreet colour to blend into the darkness. I wore 12 straps, matching silky bra and panties with my large breast forms, leather skirt, white silky blouse and fully made up and.