"Because, if I'm a similar size, then I could model some items for you, and you could er, compare me with her to see if we are a similar size." Good i...ea." he replied at once, smiling. "You're definitely very close to her size, so I'd only need to check the fine details, like tightness of fit!"They spent the next 10 minutes going round the shop, Vicky suggesting items, whilst he said yes or no, and deciding on colours. She then directed him to a comfortable chair, on which he hung his jacket,. I wanted to see her get well and truly used so I thought a tight revealing slutty outfit would certainly attract plenty of pussy hungry blokes. As she walked into the bedroom she clocked the outfit lying on the bed that I wanted her to wear, Elaine never said anything but I could tell she knew I wanted her to look like a slut, this was confirmed when she put her make-up on. She put on a bright red lipstick she had never used before because we had always joked that it made her look tarty. She. . you're a little sissy, jacking off in mommy's panties . . . a panty boy . . ." The words stung more than her slaps had. "Well, panty boy, mommy's had enough."I began to cry. I was so ashamed of myself, even though she had encouraged me, I felt like a pervert. "What does a good panty boy want to be?" I don't know," I whispered."You don't know?" She gathered up her skirt and raised herself directly above my face. "A panty boy wants to become a pussy boy."I stared up at her crotch. Her. He had fantasized about approaching her as she worked one day. But ultimately, he never did, figuring that it wouldn’t go anywhere. It wasn’t, however, that the two never talked. She was polite with Brad when they crossed paths. Never, though, did she give off a reflection that she wanted to seduce the young stud. Teasing himself to stretch the show out, Brad peered down imaging what was hidden behind those tight black pants. Ms. Blossom, wrapping up for the day, wiped the sweat off her.