" "You like washing me this body?" "I...I yes you've got an unbelievable shape." "So I suppose you wonder why I'm not married at twenty-eight." ... "Nope... I mean not because you are not beautiful. " "Ah...you mean my bitchy personality. You are right there, but it'salso because of my four foot eleven. What are you five- ten?" "And a half." "Everybody wants to fuck me or getting blow jobs but that's where itends; they want to marry long legged skinny models not chubby midgets" . ' she said.She stepped back and lifted up her skirt. Her pants were big and tight with a suspenders coming out from the banded legs holding up her nylon stockings. The flesh between her stockings and the leg of her pants was white and soft. Her legs were slightly apart and there was a beautifuj curvy bulge between her thighs...She came up close to me with her skirt pulled right up high, and sort of pushed herself at me .. 'You like that smell do you?' She said. 'Well here you are, here it is.. Eventually he finds the lead and places it firmly back in its place, he asks me for the keys to try and start the car. I climb in to the passenger seat, ensuring my dress opens a little showing him my stocking tops and opening at the top to expose my tits, something the tell tale twitch in his trousers shows he appreciates.I mockingly make to cover myself but he tells me not to worry on his account, to which I giggle and pull my dress further apart, showing him a flash of thigh and suspender,. The sound of cheers filled the air and I sensed there were many men present. Master removed my dress completely and pulled my leash hard as he urged me forward. Still blindfolded, I tried to cover my naked breasts and pussy with my hands. ‘Put your fucking hands by your sides, Slut!’ hissed Master and, without thinking about it, I obeyed immediately. There was a shrill of wolf-whistles from all around me as Master grabbed my wrists and slammed cold, steel cuffs on them. Before I had time to.