Her long blonde hair is tied up into a knot on the back of her head.She wears a sleeveless A-Line dress that just about covers her knees. Her short an... stocky body is strongly built rather than overweight – and fills out every spare inch of the material. Especially around the boobs, which look suspiciously like they might be fake.She speaks with an educated Welsh accent – not a strong accent, but the Welsh is definitely there somewhere in her past. Confident and a little sad at the same time.. Oh, this is just the beginning.And then, to re-dress you. As you stand helplessly, plugged like the slut you are, a cock in your mouth keeping you quiet. I'll make you step into the lace panties I have chosen for you, red. And I'll make you wiggle your ass as I pull them up over your thighs. And then the bra, also red, with false breasts.But only after clamping your nipples tightly, squeezing them, torturing them. Twisting them until you cry out behind the gag. Making sure they are red and sore. I knew that the driver was hawking me. I knew that what I was doing was called "cruising", and I knew, oh so well, that was what what queers do - and I didn't care. I was so horny I just didn't care! The car came by again and this time pulled over. The driver had his window down. My heart was pounding and I was really nervous. Now I knew that this time I was the nymph, out for seduction. The driver leaned over. "You need a lift?" he asked. He was Latino, about 40, with a shaved head and a. I blushed as I rose - put hispajamas into the laundry - and went about my chores. I passed MissJudy on her way out. We both blushed and she said, "welcome towomanhood, dearie." She smiled knowingly and left for the office.But just when I thought things couldn't get any worse, they did justthat. It happened the next weekend on Sunday. Tom was there again forthe weekend and he and Judy were going out to a very nice restaurantfor dinner and dancing. I helped Miss Judy to dress, and Miss Anne.