Most gurls know the story – discovering dad’s girly magazines, the fascination, the urge not just to look at, but to look like those beautiful wom...n. The first foray into mom’s or s****r’s closet. The breathless thrill of slipping into your first pantyhose or bra, the first touch of lipstick, the first pair of heels, most of all the first time you saw yourself in the mirror and realized the pretty thing looking back at you was the real you. College was such a wonderful period of experimentation. . Come on...”As she rubs her pussy, she lets a finger slip inside, moving it around and looking quite happy with herself, then drawing it out – glistening with her own juices ... Shining... She holds her hand out toward the dog, almost pointing at him with ‘that’ finger ... He moves closer, sniffing the air, slipping his tongue out and swiping at the finger ... Tasting it ... Then licking again and again ... She smiles, leaving her hand out there for him to lick – letting him soak it.“I think. You can easily convince her to do somethings.So I asked her…..we are alone now and we can do anything we want so don’t you think a little bit sex will be good?…and she laughed and smiled and asked are you serious? I was like yeah. She blushed and she was like umm.. Nothing will happen no? And I said baby no one will ever know our secret and nothing will happen. So she said OK. And then I got excited. And I removed her clothes one by one and damn I saw a body of sexy slut! Damn I loved it. Then. He could not stand the emptiness he felt inside. It stood there, like a hole growing larger and larger, gnawing at him from the inside. The only moments he’d managed to put the sensation to rest had been when he’d had Cory next to him in bed. The only person not judging him; but Cory had obedience forced into him, so his acceptance meant nothing. He needed something else. Someone else.“Cory, please have Ayn washed and ready for tonight,” he ordered shortly, while taking out his coat.The servant.