"38C?" she enquired. "You can return it if it doesn't fit." Her eyesflicked again to the girl behind me, her smile returning for a couple ofseconds. "...id you catch that, Sir? It's a 38C? Is that the right size?" Yes," I muttered, avoiding eye contact with her.She picked up the panties. "Medium," she confirmed, "but these can't bereturned, Sir." She looked at me, waiting for me to show I understood."I'll tell my wife," I mumbled, wishing the earth would swallow me up.She didn't query the size of. My parents were out of town and my older sister had a steady boyfriend, so she was not at home much at all. I had practically the whole house to myself for the weekend. I took a nice bath with bath salts added to make my skin smooth and silky. I did not have much leg hair but decided to shave anyways to make sure I was smooth and it made me feel more feminine. When I finished I decided to paint my toes nails. I had never done this before but I loved the way it made girls feet look so pretty. Please... I will later... Oh please... Please no!" she earnestly pleaded with me while clutching at my leg.Her sweet helpless pleas and demeanor had caused my cock to partially stiffen. I moved my hips and the organ bumped her chin. She jerked her head back"Suck your Master's dick, slave girl," I replied with a cruel smile."Oh no!" Staring with alarm at my bobbing organ filling her vision, she sat back pulling against the leash.I shook my head impatiently and jerked the leash causing her to. I continued on, “I have never been intimate with a man before, and I am not the woman you expect.” I couldn’t bring myself to tell him why because of fear of getting beat up or worse. Yet for some reason, I thought telling him by grabbing his hand and placing it on my hardened bulge between my legs would be better.Once he felt that I had something extra, I was certain he would beat me up. But those blue eyes told me a different story. Charles leaned over and gave me one of the most passionate.