“I assume you were going for the slut look?”“Certainly was.”“Well, you have achieved that. You look fantastic.”“Thanks, Phil.”Lynsey w...s wearing a red dress which had deep V plunge at the front, exposing a lot of her breasts. At the back again it plunged almost to her waist. It finished probably ten inches above her knee and you could clearly see her stocking tops. She wasn't wearing a bra but her tits were firm enough to hold their own. The stockings were hold-ups, so no need for a suspender. Married but his wife didn't suck, which is a shame. Swallowed.D - This was a suprise. An old workmate I met in a bar. Blonde hair, miniskirt, boots and a tshirt. After a few drinks I could hardly resist. Lovely smooth pussy, and big soft tits with small hard nipples. Tits were just right, just caught them before they started to sag. Fucked her at night and in the morning pushed her head down to my cock to take care of my morning glory. Got so turned on I started to force myself right in. I actually need your help with something.” “Sure, shoot!” “This may sound a little weird.” I said softly, and cringing with embarrassment. “Do you have any special role-playing outfits?” “You’re looking for something for yourself?” she asked, not batting an eye. “Ummm…” She could tell I was nervous. “We have some nice plus-sized costumes. I am sure we could find something for you.” She took my elbow and guided me towards racks and racks of different kinds of outfits that seemed ideal for. "Yes, Rachel, you've been very naughty. Very bad," I said, improvising the best that I could. "Tell me why you've been bad, Rachel," I heard myself saying with uncharacteristic forcefulness. "Because I had... wicked thoughts." You are to call me David," I ordered, catching on to my new role. "What thoughts, Rachel?" Bad thoughts, David," she said, her body squirming as if in a struggle with some inner demons."What bad thoughts, Rachel. Tell me!" I was thinking about your.... your..." About.