I saw her shuddering, aroused intake of breath as she stared into my eyes; I could see the hunger there, the arousal, in the depths of her sparkling, ...moky eyes. It suddenly dawned on me that it wasn’t his hands on her breasts that were the source of her arousal – or not entirely, in any event. No, it was the fact that she was pressed against him, the massively ridged muscles of his stomach and chest against her naked back, his powerful arms around her, and the thick, heavy shaft of his huge. "I'd give her one!" I heard one of them shout.I had thought we were going dress shopping but Victoria said that I wouldneed some new underwear too and the girls led me into the local lingerieshop.As the girls and I picked out bras, panties, corsets and nighties Irealised how, because of how I was dressed, and because of the feminineself image that I was building of myself or in other words the woman Ifelt I was becoming I did not in any way feel humiliated to be a manbuying lingerie for . There's promise in the word, and she wonders if he knows more about her than she thinks.But she lets the question go in order to focus on cleaning his cock. She has always loved having a dick in her mouth, and she can't wait until he lets her suck him.And then she's alone with nothing more than the promise of tonight.* * *The party is everything Tamra had feared it would be. Her husband's boss – an obese matron with daddy issues – wears a flouncy square-dancing skirt and a white peasant blouse. I was as surprised by this as he eventually showed his frustration.“Enough! Megan, get over here.” I was surprised by the reaction and moved quickly to stand naked before him, my hands at my sides even though he had never made such an instruction. “You seem to desire another orgasm.” I told him I would like that, and could we? “No. This is not going to be a ‘we’. A slut is not only willing to be used, but is also willing to be exposed, exhibited, shamed, and humiliated by the things she does.”.