I told her I wasn't sure, that I didn't think so.A couple of days went by and Melissa called me up and asked me to come over. She told me she wanted t... take me shopping. We got in her car and drove about an hour to a larger town. The first place she pulled into was a plus size woman's dress shop. I asked what we were doing here since she is not plus size. She informed me she was going to help my fantasy become a reality and part of that was going through the humiliation and giving into my true. But she told why I don’t want to see it?She told it is ok and only we both will know this. I got aroused and up till now I was craving to see a lady naked. She kept my hand on her breast and told me to feel it if I want. She unhooked her bra also and stood with a naughty smile. Then suddenly she started unbuttoning my shirt and she removed it and then she felt at my trousers and she felt my erection. She whispered in my ear that I am naughty and telling I did not want but was fully prepared for. He stands upright, and tells me the tights are now mine to keep. He reaches into his pocket, pulls out a small packet, and produces a condom, which he expertly rips open, and rolls onto his massive tool before i’m able to protest. He pins me down, grabs my sticky wet crotch and rips my underwear open, making me sigh in sadness. “Don’t worry, there’s plenty more of those for you where they came from” he nonchalantly says. He grabs both of my ankles, pushes my knees up to my chest, and jabs a. There were others dotted around the world, in fact they formed a tight network of madames dedicated to sex in all its glory. They sent each other clients, provided freelancers whenever their fellow madames could not provide. If K had a client arriving in Monaco who wanted a new twist to his Monday evening, then K would call a counterpart in the south who would send over the required circus, ringmaster, tightrope and all. And vice versa, if a freelancer from Cape Town was holidaying in Thailand,.