“You’ll do everything we tell you, right?” continued Robert.“Yes.”“Get on your knees,” Robert commanded.Steve sank to his knees obedient...y.“Get your phones out, guys. A little insurance here,” said Robert. He approached Steve and stood directly in front of him.Kneeling, Robert’s crotch was approximately eye level with Steve. Robert hooked his thumb in the waist of his boxers and pulled them down to make his cock flop out.“This may not look totally familiar to you yet, since I’m not hard, but. I also got a few pairs of stockings to go with it since I couldn't wear pantyhose with it on. I decided to wear it and get used to it. The body shaper held me in but it changed how I looked and how I felt about myself.All my life I had been quick and agile, like a rabbit. Not anymore. I felt heavy, wide, flabby... large. I was sticking out in places where I didn't even have places a few months ago. And so mature. I sensed a schism between me and the young people who frequent every mall. I. I came home early one afternoon to find Princess in a compromising position with a much older female wearing an expensive business suit custom tailored to show off her fantastic legs and ass. My sister was down in a familiar position on her knees slurping the bored-looking woman's cleanly shaved pussy with a dedication that seemed inspired in contrast to her usual easy-going nature.The short-haired blonde looked up at me like I was some sort of intruder despite the fact it was really my house. Slowly, ever so slowly, I will undress you. The buttons would come off from your shirt, one by one. Followed by the shirt, from your body. Your 36 inch breasts, the twin mounds of delight, would stare at me, encased within the black push up bra that I gifted you the last birthday. I will slowly unbutton your black trousers. Unzip them. Peel them off. The Mount of Venus would be in front of my eyes, covered in the sheer black G String panty. I will probably be dripping inside my jeans. I will.