Given that I so enjoyed the lust of being super feminine, the tight fitting short dresses, nylon hose, teensy panties and long red fingernails became ...he norm for me. Even my long alluring eyelashes were sometimes a spectacular but believable add on. I loved bright red lipstick matched to my bright red painted toenails. I was as they say – a gal who was always dressed to the feminine extreme.I was a bit of a reluctant man magnet – but up until now, I had one hundred percent reverse. He drew a deep drag on the cigarette, and let the blue smoke slowly out of his lungs. He lifted his head as he took a step backward, out of the street light’s illumination. All Alicia could make out was the silhouette of a tall, broad shouldered, well-dressed man wearing a hat. Her heart skipped a beat as he slowly lifted his head and looked up at the flickering light in the window. “Reveal yourself to me, Alicia,” he ordered. The tone of his voice was gentle, but it demanded obedience. . "Yours, Sir," Amy replied."Whose tits are these?" he asked."Yours, Sir. Please, it's all yours, I'm all yours, Sir. Please, pleeease," she cried."Are you my dirty slut, Are you my dirty slutty little whore?" he asked her again."Yes Oh God, yes, Master! Please, I want to be your slut, your whore... more than anything, Sir. Please!" she cried urgently."All right then. When you cum, your orgasm will be your surrender and submission. Do you still want to continue?" he asked."Yes! Oh please, please. As she strutted in black clogs she sifted her left hand through her hair making sure it was just right. It was puffed up alittle bit wavy and coal black.Her facial feature were soft and were her large breasts which hung tight in her bra. Her ass nearly hung out from the skirt. Mainly for it was too small for her. She carried a purse, it hung on her left arm, like royalty she lifted her left forarm keeping the purse from sliding away. She took out a small mirror and looked at her lips, they were.