Maintenant que je portais des strings de ? salope ?, qualificatif qui revenait de plus en plus souvent au cours de nos d?bats sexuels, Franck n'h?sita...t plus ? me traiter comme telle.Tout se fit progressivement, un ?l?ment ? la fois. Mais aux caresses, sodomies et fellations de nos premi?res semaines, vinrent s'ajouter de nouvelles pratiques que j'appr?ciais tout autant.Pour commencer, mon homme se mit ? varier les endroits o? nous ?tions amen?s ? baiser. La cuisine succ?da au lit, la voiture ?. We chatted for a while and then I asked herabout makeup. She was amused and asked me if I wanted to put on makeup.If I was a sissy. I meekly told her I was and asked her to help me learnhow to do my makeup. Over the next few days she trained me step by stephow to apply my makeup. Sometimes when she couldn't come on the chat herfriend Kimmy would help me. Rachel asked me for pics of me with my facemade up but I was too scared. We began to chat through email when weweren't in the chatroom. . One pretty young girl, blonde hair piled on top of her head, spotting Molly and Rachael in the pet equipment area trying to attach dog leashes to their collars and bounded over.“Hi I’m Mandy” she giggled “are you two really subs? Are you going to the Club this afternoon? My sister loved it, but had to stop going” pointing to a heavily pregnant teenager wearing a collar, peering through the window.“Hi Mandy - yes we are - but keep your voice down - those old ladies are looking at us”.“I’ve got. Don’t want Isabelle getting lonely.’ He kept his arm round her waist as they ascended, her tits bouncing under her top with each step. ‘Isabelle!’ she called, opening her bedroom door. ‘Darius is here- oh.’ Isabelle was lying face upwards on Scarlett’s bed, her mini skirt pulled up to her waist and her legs dangling over each side of the bed. Her face was flushed and so was her bare, shaven pussy. Anxious hands ran the length of her thighs to her knees and back, her legs quivering. .