“DAMN!” he shouted. “Is that good or bad?” I looked up at him; well, down with these heels on. He stood staring at me with his mouth open.... “Well…?” I started to get impatient. “Erm... Cara, you look beautiful. Grown up. Very grown up. The limousine is outside, are you ready?” he blinked and closed his mouth regaining his composure. “Yeah, let's go…” I chirped excitedly. The limo driver had the same look on his face as my father. I guess the bustier works well, or is it the skirt?. I’d grown up in a small crofting community and had attended the local primary school followed by Lochaber High School in Fort William where I’d met Kirsty, my first real girlfriend. Like myself, Kirsty was quite shy, and we’d frequently found ourselves at the end of a queue of volunteers, for whatever task, on a number of occasions. She was a pretty girl who’s father was the local policeman and they’d moved to the area from Stornoway, in the Western Isles. I enjoyed her company, although we. What they did to her then, I cannot say,because she was hidden by those around her,but I heard her screams,knowing she had to strike a difficult balancebetween screaming too much,which would be to her shame and thusdishonor her captors, and not screaming at all,which would make her seem contemptuousof her captors, and thus dishonor them too.She seemed to do well, for I heard laughterthat sounded content, and those who used me,while I lay spread on the ground,seemed pleased with the feast, as it. ......" Again in a baby’s voice but this time with a pet lip...... "Stevie.... This is dry and will hurt if it goes in me! Can you lick it and make it wet for me?" Well this was a first............. She dangled this drooping Dildo (Yes, I know what it called now!) over my face........ "Open your mouth lover boy, make it wet for me!"The cock shaped Dildo was inches away from my mouth and I didn't know if I should or even if I could do it even though it was only a toy. "Come on Stevie....... Do.