But it was far too early for her to shower and shave for she knew the last thing she would want was to be clock watching and getting excited as she wa...ted for her time to leave.Andrea decided to clean a few cupboards in order to kill an hour or so, but could not stop her mind wondering what her master had in store for her. She knew she would be naked and unable to see, in a strange house she had only ever visited once before. A nagging thought kept coming back to her, who would be the person to. Moving over right next to me on the couch, Kevin asked, “Except for last weekend, have you ever touched another guys cock?” “No,” I whispered. “Want to see what it feels like?” he asked. Hesitantly I slowly moved my hand and wrapped my fingers around his cock and instinctively started stroking it. I could barely get my hand around, it was so thick. Kevin closed his eyes and let out a couple of low, 'Uuums.' " I still can’t stop thinking about your tongue on my cock,” he murmured. I silently. . um, I mean I would... choose... this one, Sir. It's um... well made, and has more of a sting than a thud," she said, lifting it from its hook and admiring it. "Um, so I'm told..." she giggled again."I see. Well, the one you chose looks a little light... so... I'll take this one," I said, reaching up and taking down the heavy, black leather paddle from the wall. It was the most expensive one there. I slapped it against my palm and looked at Stacey. "It has 'thud'."She put the one in her hands. I was playing strip poker with my girlfriend of the time and we both seemed to have lost! We were both naked! I tried her school knickers on! There was no looking back. My life long “hobby” of “dressing” started.I progressed on to wearing my Mother’s and sister’s clothes. I was lucky they all seemed to have a lovely collection of clothes and my Mum even had a wig. My biggest memory of that period of my life was when I first ventured out. I can remember what I wore: a beautiful matching blue.