He did his job. He poured the cum overflow from the glass into my asshole and replaced the plug. I swung around, stood from the bed dropped my skirt, ...ulled-up my tube top and headed for the door. ‘Hate to fuck and run lover, next time.’ He barely had a chance to get in a ‘Bye Bitch’ out before I was in my car and headed home to feed my slut. How did I get here? A 39-year-old dominant lesbian/hetero housewife riding down the highway with an eight-inch butt plug in her ass and a six incher up. As she walked by me into the adjacent closet, I noticed something different, something she hadn't been seen in before. My curiosity was aroused, not to mention something else. I considered following her in, but decided not to without being invited. In a short while he emerged and I saw the heretofore unseen sheer, push-up bra, no dress, just a half-slip. "Wow!" I said, "a new look?" "Sure, do you like?" she asked. "it makes me look like I have more than I do." I feasted my eyes on the. The camera was now focusing on the young Negro woman's sensual face. Her features seemed almost slack, her pink tongue moistening lush, full lips as she looked down at herself in the gossamer covering and then longingly at the cool, refreshing stream nearby. The youthful audience could almost hear the thoughts in her head as the girl pondered whether or not she should take a dip in the water. There was another moment of indecision, and then her mind was seemingly made up. She slowly began to. A few days later I decided I would sun bake topless and see what effect that had on him, as usual he came to see me at 3.30, he stopped and said 'sorry, I did not know that you were topless'. I sat up looked at him and said, 'you've seen them now, there doesn't seem to be any point in covering up, you don't mind, do you' I lay back down again and he sat next to me looking all the time at my tits and nipples. This became a bit of a habit and I was always topless when he visited. After a few.