She was cute, but I was me, so I thanked her, but refrained from making any small talk, giving her no reason to stick around. As she walked off, I ate...my chowder. For some reason, the bartender offered to cover my chowder and two cups of tea, but I quietly insisted, leaving a twenty on the table, weighed down with the fork I didn’t use, and I left. Outside, the wind bit deep, and I zipped up my jacket. For almost ten minutes I stood there in front of the bar and grill, peering out around me,. She asked if I was into gigantic dildos, and strapons, and I replied that I loved them. Mistress make a point of mentioning loud enough for everyone around us that we were here to buy a buttplug even bigger than the one I currently had stretching my hot young ass. Through the outline of the tight jeans hugging and forming my feminnine looking ass you could clearly see the huge ring of plastic right in the middle of my cheaks.After looking at the toys and buying not only a brand new extra extra. Ek din skul may aise he may apne bag may kuch dhundh rha tha usme mjhe letter mila,mjhe laga kisi ne galti se rakh diya hoga ghar par jab maine khol kar deka woh mere liye tha usme likha tha “lunch break may basement may milna”. Maine socha yeh koi mazaak kar rha hoga bt maine socha jaane may kya harz hai toh lunch may waha chala gya. Jab may waha pahuncha toh nidhi waha khadi hui thi usko dekh kar may hairaan ho gya maine us se pucha ki woh yaha kya kar rhi hai toh woh boli mjhe ki may bhaut. What I had expected to be a peaceful evening was soon interrupted by a knock on the door."Hi, Lucky." Mit cheerfully said as she stood at my door. Like Tiffany, Mit was stunning. Although they were fully covered, her breasts seemed to be straining to free themselves from the confines of her dress. Her nipples were making an impression on her dress and my mind. The hemline of her dress didn't quite reach her knees. Then I noticed something a little different about Mit. She was wearing makeup..