She wanted...and expected....this. He'd better start delivering! Again, like when he ate her, she gave instruction and offered encouragement...she wa... so different a lover to all he'd had. "Take it nice and slowly, big boy....that cock is my perfect size for going in there. Don't disappoint. If you feel it's to tight, pull out and I'll oil you up....should be ok though. You ok?" "Yyyes. Think so...haha." He managed to say. "Your doing just fine...once your in, properly, slap me anywhere you. I didn't feel awkward though, in fact, I was sticking my tits out more so it happened again and again.My legs were like jelly as I tried the first outfit on and when I looked at myself in the full length mirror it was like looking at someone else. I looked sexy, I felt amazing, my whole demeanour lifted.I walked out onto the catwalk to show daddy my first outfit. It consisted of a very light vest top with a matching skirt. It swayed as I walked and showed most of my legs off.Daddy's eyes nearly. It all began a few months back; it's when I first met Mistress. I wasout with some friends at a bar in the neighborhood. It was Monday NightFootball as I remember, I have to admit, I was not really that much intowatching the game that night, I did go just to hang with a few of my guyfriends. Grab a drink, eat some bar food, talk about the usual crap.That night my mind seemed to wonder as there were several ladies in thebar whom were just wearing the sexiest clothes, and I will confess. She was more open with me now, maybe it was the drinks. She said none of the girls in the village wore anything sleeveless. I told her she was not in her village anymore and it did not matter. She has a shy smile on her fave and told me she had some hair under her arms and she was embarrassed. I told her it was ok and I really did not mind. But she said she saw the girls in the club today and everybody had clean underarms. I asked her why she did not remove the hair then. She just kept quite.