Maybe in a red schoolgirl skirt, red panties, white stocking thigh highs on each leg, and a tight red chemise with black lace. Or maybe I’m in a flo...al pink corset dress that I bought from corset-story dot com, pulling my stomach in tightly to make me look more feminine. Whichever turns you on more. He has made me shave completely, and told me to put on a wig with long straight black hair. My clit is caged as he ordered, since this “date” is about me servicing him. He knows crossdressing. (He hadn’t realized that they have to go under your knickers so that you can go for a pee.) I sat on a chair, with my legs wide apart as he rolled my stocking off and then kissed my thighs until I was really hot and moist. My thong was the last item to come off. He sat on the floor in front of me as I opened my lips to show him my vagina and I took particular care explaining where the clitoris was and how to find it. I got him to lick me there and then I got him to finger me there first. “Don’t worry, it’s safe. Mom refused to allow us anywhere near it until she relented that Dad had done a good job. That’s when Dad had us put up the sign as a finishing touch, because she never stopped complaining that we were going to break our necks.” Steve climbed up, and after a moment of hesitation, Kia followed. When she emerged from the boxed-in ladder, she was in an empty space, and had to stoop a little because of the low ceiling. She shrugged her shoulders, hardly impressed, and not. Her arms and hands reached out and she pulled me closer to her. As I started forward the slight change of position meant that more of her golden liquid splashed against my body. My balls and thighs were now soaked; fuck knows where the liquids finally ended up.Debbie had no intention of releasing me, so I started to actively suck her breasts and let my tongue wander down between her cleavage. I started to undo the rest of her buttons and I scooped out one of her breasts to suck on her nipple..