.. her, for the man's face was hers. He smiled, then shesmiled back in perfect mimicry. He cleared his throat, then she began tospeak, her voice like ...oneyed velvet:"Oh don't fret, dear. I will be on my best behavior..... hoping your bossis too," she noted with a chuckle as she adjusted her face a bit, a meretug and pull upon the skin tone latex her face was made of, then it wentback into place, restoring her 'natural beauty'. "After all, I am wellequiped to handle him, he will become putty in. I have no idea what they talked about; I started fantasizing about Becs right then. Let me tell you why. Becs is a hot little thing. She's got the perfect tits, perky but definitely handfuls. Who knows how they'll look when she's 50? Right now, they're perfect for grabbing, squeezing, licking, sucking. She's part of the group of girls at my college who actually dress femininely and cute. Most of the time she wears little skirts that show off her firm little ass and she has straight blonde hair. “Guys my age need leading by the nose to do things. I prefer the guy taking the lead.”I laughed. “I think you find we’re all like that at that age. You learn as you get older. Find out what floats your boat and what sinks it.”Amy laughed and then gave my bulge another squeeze. “And what floats your boat, dad?”I closed my eyes momentarily. Her touch was exquisite. “Funnily enough I’ve always had this hankering for a youngish submissive; an obedient slut to fuck as and when.”Amy leaned over and. ‘Oh sweetheart. Fuck. Really? Hadn’t you realised?’I shook my head, again.It was true. I had never been told that I was small before Sara mentioned it. It felt almost more nausea inducing that she wasn’t mean about it either - just genuinely surprised that none of my previous girlfriends had ever brought it up. But there wasn't time for contemplation of how I came to be twenty two before anybody had let me in on my shortcomings. Sara was already galloping ahead.‘Gina needs a boyfriend like you..