........white lacy half cup bra encasing her 36DD boobs and matching lace thong Black hold up and matching black heels. Tight white blouse and finally...dark blue two piece suit a short jacket and matching knee length pencil skirt. My cock was hard just watching her getting dressed and when she turned to face me asking if she looked OK I went to make a grab for her but she said that if I was a good boy she might let me play later.I said that I would give her a lift as it was on my way to my. It was always like that. The poor and disenfranchised would serve. It was never a fair procedure. But in theory, it would be a good thing and teach some of these pussy teens a little discipline and respect.I just never considered the idea that I would have to put in my two years of National Service. Or Em. Or Pey. I needed more information. If we had a National Service that we didn’t have in V1’s world, what else had changed? I suddenly felt more foreign in this body than I had since arriving.I. ...none mentioned what these girls wore. I realised then that I was 'different'When Anne and I had a date, which normally ended with us fucking, she always wore nice matching panties and bra. When she really got dressed up the suspenders and stockings appeared. All matching. Always black. I loved it. As it was the only body I had properly explored, comparisons couldn't be made. To me she was perfection. And it probably was. After we had been going out for a while, maybe 6 months, I preferred. He watched me jerk him off a little and I saw him grow larger between the fingers of my hand. Now, baby? Daddy needs you to try something else. Give my cock a kiss, right on the tip. I gazed up at him hesitantly and tried to tell him that I didnt want to. He stuck his thumbs in the insides of my cheeks, slipped his cock between them and pinched the corners of my mouth as I was forced to suck his sweaty prick. I gagged on it, choked loudly and he wouldnt let up. When I threw up he grasped the.