.....8/Steve tried to work, chasing dormant leads, but slowly became aware thatAnna was staring at him."Come on, get over it, Anna," he said. "It's ju...t a blouse."She smiled sweetly."Sorry. I didn't mean to stare. Still getting used to the new you, Iguess." There is no new me," he huffed, watching the door every time somebodypassed by, praying Mistress Brianna would come in today. He needed tosee her, get this blouse business out of the way. Make amends. Then thiswould be all over. If she would. “You did quite well with that!” She walked around to the front of me and came in close for a deep kiss. “I know all of that was a bit of a stretch for you,” she said with a wink.I hung there gasping and throbbing and, with her comment, the feeling of vulnerability returned and I’m sure I blushed a good shade of red.She knelt and inspected my cock. It was still throbbing and a nice drip of precum clung to the underside of the tip. She smiled and looked at me while she slid her finger up the. Ed made arrangements for us to go there one Saturday evening. I was very excited, and nervous too. Based on their threats, we were about to get involved with a rough bunch of black men who we knew nothing about.That afternoon Ed shaved me so my pussy would be perfectly smooth. I took a long, relaxing bath to help calm my nerves. Finally I dressed in the clothes Ed selected for the evening, a very short mini skirt, and a blouse that buttoned up the front, no bra, no panties, and of course. I didn’t know what to say. I wanted to forgive him for everything and just have the world go back to the way it was before it all came crashing down around my ears. I wanted to put my palm on his cheek and smile so I could see him happy. But the pain was too fresh and too harsh. I couldn’t make myself trust him. What if he was just using me in some way? He thought I was cute or something as heinously annoying, but what did he want from me anyway? A fuck? A relationship? I almost laughed out.