It was casual, yet spoke volumes of her wealth and good taste."My, my. You look wonderful." You do too, handsome."I really wasn't dressed in anything ...pecial. I was just in a pair of khaki shorts and golf shirt with a nice pair of shoes."So, where are we dining this afternoon?" asked Sarah."We are going up to Clearwater Beach," I responded, not clueing her into the exact place."Too many tourists there," she said under her breath."Quiet you," I teased. "I happen to like this place we are going. The sensation of having to pee was coming back as she pushed the final urine into the tube. Just when I thought I was going to burst, she pulled the plunger back, drawing the piss back out of me. I was getting hard, that was the ultimate reaction to this process and I was deeply afraid I was going to cum and couldn't with that tube in my penis. My Mistress flicked my rock hard titties, "No you do not get hard and you do not get to cum, not yet. It would hurt too much, you hear me?" I nodded and. Perplexed, I looked at the folded cloth and decided to find out what it wassince it was the only thing that was inside. I gingerly unfolded thematerial, marveling at the feel of it as I did so, and spread it out until itwas entirely in front of me. I was definitely disappointed.Lying in front of me was a dress. A simple kind that ended at the knees Iwould guess. All white with no lace or trimmings of any kind. Or anyway toadjust the fit, either. There were no zippers, buttons, or any way to. Cindy followed me around the country taking part time jobs here and there, allowing me to focus on my career. Which leads me to now.While moving into our new house, our neighbors came out to greet us and help. His name was Mike and his wife's name was Cheryl. They were both black, the only black couple on our street, and they were in their early 40's. First thing I noticed was they were a very beautiful couple. Mike was tall, very muscular, and talked with a deep voice. Cheryl was also in shape.