I cannot close my legs, so thick is the package over my crotch. Wonderful. Mistress then points towards all the lovely clothes and things she assemble.... ‘Dress up time’, she coos. Pink fishnet stockings, with an open crotch for my diapers. eLayer after layer of pink petticoats. On my feet, light pink, padded baby slippers. Mistress helps me stand up. I waddle like a duck over to a clothing rack filled with the frilliest, sexiest baby dresses. She holds up several items, each one makes me swoon.. I was older, so there was no longer a stigma associated with having an interracial partner. One by one, I dated various women. Some were professionals including lawyers and doctors, while others were housewives looking for a way out. Each girl was different and I was infatuated with their bodies – particularly the dark areolas and nipples. Their dark pussies took in my manhood as I thrust deep into their pink interior. They screamed with pleasure as our bodies danced together. The thrill of. Being lovers that have to steal away moments here and there is a problem, but when it works out, it's a slice of heaven. I was waiting in the usual spot. Waiting in agonizing, but very naughty hot anticipation. It had only been a week, but it felt like months. I can't get enough of her, even if I could see her every day. She must have some sort of voodoo doll in my likeness hidden away that she rubs her pussy with because she has a spell on me. I can't get her off my mind. I'm constantly. I said, "It doesn't surprise me. I always travel with binoculars."She asked, "Would you get them for me? I want to play their game and get a closer look."It was fun to pass the binoculars back and forth and to see what a great view they gave all of us. Steph said she could tell the size of both guys, not height but cock size. She said, "No worries, they aren't as big as you!"I told Steph that I wanted them to see her with hard nipples and she said she could take care of that request. She walked.