There were three wardrobes, all opened, filled with all stuff a girl would ever like to dress up like an item girl. I was very much pleased with the c...llection. I started removing my clothes and kept it aside over the small stool lying there. I was selecting dress being nude and touching my genitals. i took out a pale yellow turning to pink colour bra, made with very thin cloth but soft. I picked up matching panties and wore them. I was told before hand only to be complete clean from the body. He said good gurl call me again if you have any problems getting here.This place was out in the country and I couldn't believe how beautiful his house was. As I drove up he comes out of the house just as I turn off the car and opens my door for me. he holds out his hand and pulls me out of the car right into a hug and saying in my ear you better give me your safe word now because I'm about to Ravish the hell out of this hot little body.I didn't have the chance to even think of one before his. The halt could barely be called a station, we had been warned by the station master at the nearest mainline station that the platform was only long enough for the first of the two-carriage rural train to alight. The terrain was flat for miles around and on the edge of The Fens, nothing was higher than a low bush to stop the fresh cold wind whistling in from the North Sea, spraying that fine driven rain that seeps through, wetting anything and everything in its path.There was a car waiting for. He stared at the dark chocolate femboi and commanded, “Play with yo’ pussy stick!” “What,” questioned De’Shane.“You heard me, sissy! Play with that 35-inch motherfucker.”“You’re silly.”“Hell yeah! But I like that you got a big ass horse dick and you all faggot.”“This is true,” winked the advanced practice nurse.“Fix me a drink first.”“Yes, sir,” De’Shane bounded off to the kitchen.The host returned with a cup of cognac on the rocks for Trent and a cup of gin mixed with pink lemonade for his.