?"Could you zip me?" I turn my back to Bob and lift my hair. Bob pullsthe zipper up and fixes the clasp.?Almost none of the shoes are sexy enough. I c...n just imagine the crowdsreaction if I strip in cross-trainers. My dress and shoes from"Marie's" are more than sexy enough but I'll be damned if I'm going towear them for Anthony or any other man. I pile the few items on my bed.Bob hands me a duffle bag. I put four towels in the bottom, then addthe clothes and shoes. I save a pair of heels to. But she (Kris) was really sweet and promised we'd see her that evening wearing an inflatable latex dress, so we headed off downtown to DeMask which has always been the first stop for the best kinky latex gear around.A swift tram ride later, we walked through their hallowed portals, to be met by a rather sulky assistant with long dark hair who took one look at Madame and with an indrawn breath said she didn't think she'd have anything in THAT SIZE... I don't know who's doing their sales. "Master, will you spar with me?" I turned to look at the diminutive woman facing me. I shuddered. The only person I'd sparred with since the shooting was Whitney. She was the only one in the clan I wasn't afraid of hurting. I knew she could take care of herself. I'd seen Judy spar with Whitney, though. I knew she was good. But did I dare actually spar with her?"I don't think you should call me master," I said, diverting the conversation. "Whitney is the only master here. Except maybe Amy. Amy. The more sex she got the more she wanted. She was beginning to realize that sex with her son was more of a fantasy fulfillment. She dreamed of the things they could do together. She pulled her gown up to allow her fingers access to her now dripping pussy.She had always loved the squishy feeling of a cum-filled pussy. She used to go to the office with John with her pussy full of his seed. Her breath grew ragged as she fingered her pussy. Those were the days! Jamie let her thumb roll over her.