I gazed around, at once paranoid as crap. Had she just set me up? Trapped me into making a queer of myself on camera? Why the fuck was my cock getting...hard as steel? I stared down at it, pissed.I put on her red panties, and then took them off, realizing the garter and stockings went on first. I was careful not to cause any runs. I shivered, aware that everything fit perfectly. Was I exactly Casey's height and weight? I must be, I thought. I laughed, embarrassed, giddy, and excited. This was. Thank you very much to all of the people who have liked, favorite, and viewed the story it means a lot to me. I am going to continue writing and hopefully, the success will continue. Feel free to message me if there is something that would like to see that I have not done yet.)(8/15/20 In the almost 3 months since I started this story there has been an amazing response to the story and I am glad that you all are enjoying it so much. It has more than 300,000 views and over 3000 likes I can't. “I am not your Master, you magnificent beast. I am just Uncle Evil,” he chuckled as he stood over me. This wrinkled little troll of a man would never have had this authority over me if I hadn’t let him, but I felt inclined to let him.I felt broken and dominated. The part of me that is constantly questioning authority and defiant was unconscious right then. The only thing he hadn’t done to me last night was actually fuck me, and I suspected that was because he could not get it up.At his side,. Anyway after a good half hour she mentioned that she was thinking of having a loft conversion done similar to ours and could she look at how much space ours had created. I observed her, she was in my eyes fucking ugly, short, very over weight probably about 17 stone, tattoo’s all over her, big tits and to what Donna had already told me she had piercings, no wonder she hasn’t a sex life.Another cup of coffee and she asked again if she could see our loft, I agreed I had no reason not to. I went.