... She.... Ummmm? Nobody must know. Ssshhhh! Are you gay then? Why do you like wearing women's clothes? You look verrrry sexy!" And she giggled. I co...ld have run away at that stage. Maybe I should have done. But maybe I was worried she might call out. Also, she didn't know me, I didn't know her, what did I have to lose? Emboldened by my anonymity, I decided to answer her instead. I explained I was not gay - far from it. I explained that the clothes made me feel very sexy - didn't she feel sexy. Ryan took us to a seafood restaurant not too far from his house. He had told us to bring our shortest skirts that weekend, and he insisted that we wear them to the restaurant, with no panties of course. I tried not to seem too slutty, being careful about how and when I crossed my legs, but I'm pretty sure that I flashed a few customers inadvertently. I think I almost gave one old dude a heart attack when I sat back down after going to the restroom.Our waiter was a young kid named Pat, who. I could feel the hot steamy water gush over my body, as I closed my eyes and thought of him my fingers glided across my breasts stopping only to tease my sensitive nipples that grew larger with every touch and roll between my fingers. Within seconds I felt a fire growing and my clit yelling to be played with. My hands soon left my distended nipples and glided across my stomach and slowly made their way to my sweltering pussy I felt how large my clit had become and leisurely inserted my. Living the life of a slave felt natural from the very start; it was like coming home to a reassuringly one-dimensional existence of quietude. It was balm to her soul after leaving an increasingly incomprehensible outside world — a life that was a mixture of stress, demands and confusion.There was only one simple duty left — to please her Mistress; and that wasn't a duty, it was a pleasure.How removed from her former stressful life she'd become she discovered when the outside world touched her.