” I ran my hand over the fabric, it was just as soft and silky as the others I had touched and now I knew, it was Nylon Tricot, “I will remember t...is,” I said as I slipped it over my head. I loved it. It fit me perfectly except it was longer than it would be on mom. I didn’t care, this was going to be my slip. I admired myself in the mirror and my little cock made a tent like before.I looked back in the drawer and without even thinking in advance I pulled a panty from the pile in back. It was. I wondered about this party we were attending.Reading my mind Mistress asked "I guess you would like to know about the party." Yeth pleath Mithtreth." I answered hesitantly."We are going to Mistress Rebecca's place. You of course will be one of the highlight exhibits of the night for some of the sickest of her acquaintances. You won't be hurt any more than usual but what you will be forced to do would not interest me or my friend Rebecca so will be diverting ourselves elsewhere on the estate. But we’re not complaining.“Hello, and welcome to ‘The United Kingdom of Zoo’, with me, your host, Renae Russell ... This week I’ve travelled all the way up to Motherwell, in Scotland, to meet a young lady with a very naughty fantasy that we’ve never seen on our show before...”We cut to inside the building and discover that it has one of those pretentious lobbies ... It’s doing its best to look like a sophisticated European headquarters, rather than a budget homebase. Over-compensating with. ‘You can do anything to me,’ I answered, honestly. ‘That’s the problem,’ she replied softly. ‘I’ve done so very much TO you already! Now I have to do something FOR you. Will you let me?’ I didn’t say anything as she let her hand move over me gently, petting and squeezing and pinching first one breast, then the other. The hand drifted lower, urging my legs apart, as her mouth lowered to my exposed left nipple. I gasped, then tried to stifle the moan that followed. She stopped suckling and looked.