You'd better get on with your story, or I'll burst. I haven't been able to think of anything else all day. It's got me wondering about a lot of things... as well as getting me hot as hell. My pussy's been wet, most of the day." Well, it gets hotter. Where were we? Oh yeah! Well, the next night was Friday, and I had managed to get a date. I used some of the things Mom had taught me, and they worked. I actually got my hands on that girl's tits. After that demonstration, of the effectiveness of her. By the time we got to his house he was a full staff we pulled into the garage he told me to get out I felt embarrassed as I wiggled into the house wearing only my pink bra, panties and stockings. "Undress me sissy slave he ordered". My hands were shaking as I undid his shirt to reveal his chest. I knelt to remove his pants and shorts, I gasped as I looked at his beautiful naked body. "Lie on the bed face up slave" he commanded: I obeyed. As I laid there my boy clit throbbed inside my panties, I. Nothing too revealing, but maybe enough to catch his attention. I wore a sexy bra that allowed my large breasts the slightest bit of shimmy as I walked.We’re both married. He’s happy. I’m not. I want a diversion. He wants a working relationship.Fine.But while I was in the back putting supplies in the broom closet, he came down the narrow hallway to wash his hands. I couldn't resist a quick grope, all in good fun, as I squeezed down the hall behind him.And so, after all of that good-natured. " Mrs Sloan moved her mouth to the waistband, Michelle assisted her by thumbing the band away from her flat six pack stomach, her teeth held the waistband of the red panties as she moved her head back, Michelle lifted her firm butt, watching her mothers panties go down her long legs. "Now did you do what the note said slut? Stand up remove your clothes." "Yes Michelle" Mrs Sloan removed the ripped blouse then her knee length skirt. She stood in her pantyhose and high heels. "Where are they.