Her tight black bathing suit was also a bikini, but in keeping with his older daughter's more prudent character, it was not quite as brief as Ellen's,...and it showed none of the crevice between her generously molded ass-cheeks but only the two saucy dimples on her back just above where the narrow crevice would begin.Louise was like syrup: Thick, flowing, moody and rich, tending sometimes towards lethargy, but it was an elegant and fluid, womanly sort of lethargy. She would make someone a good. Letting the pause extend before I answered. Only when my eyes came up to meet hers did I speak. “This,” I said with a nonchalant tone, “is my bag of pain.” Suppressing the urge to grin, I observed her inhale sharply and stiffen. We'd spoken about this scene plenty, and she knew what was going to happen. She also knew that I would play my role well. The first thing to come out of my bag was a set of black leather cuffs. I carried them and walked to stand before her, silently taking a wrist and. I shaved myself and went to my bedroom to put on a full face of makeup, following an online tutorial. It looked great, more convincing than ever, with dashing crimson lipstick and matching fake nails, and a stunning blonde wig. And then, to the wardrobe, containing all kinds of secret sissy delights. A full matching set was in there by now... Black stockings and suspender belt went on first, followed by a small black satin corset, tightened for impressive curves. Over that went matching black. ‘He’s just going to break my heart all over again.’ ‘I don’t think so,’ she said, shaking her head impatiently. She sighed, her excitement fading. ‘Okay, maybe…shit, I’m sorry, Cassie.’ I couldn’t help a small smile, her changing moods of the last few minutes perfectly mirrored what I had been experiencing since leaving Miles’s studio. ‘I just don’t see the point,’ I said, despair washing over me. ‘He said – he made it sound like he always expected it to end. Maybe he does still care about me,’.