Every time it happened I would hope she didn't think I did it on purpose but she would say that they get in the way all the time. I would think no won...er because they are so busty and voluptuous. It was easy to get deep in thought about them.Even while at work, I'd be looking at her thinking naughty things about her. Eventually that poured out into talking to her openly about sexual experiences. I have a past that I'd rather not admit to sometimes but she would always give me some crazy stories. Sophie wondered about changing out of her office wear. She had worn a black pleated skirt with a black satin blouse but with matching red lingerie underneath. As usual she wore black stockings, but this pair had a red seam to complement the peeping red slip. She loved to show off her slips. She was also wearing red French knickers, a lacy red suspender belt, a red and black bra, and a gorgeous red half-slip with oodles of lace on the hem. It looked and sounded good enough to eat on. I had had no idea how putting on these flimsydelicate garments would leave me actually feeling quite warm, warmer thanI had felt in my boxer shorts, but I realised I would still want to wearmy slip if I was not to catch a cold.So now on my first full day in Paris I was standing in a strange girl'sapartment dressed in lingerie and wearing a pair of high heels looking athow ridiculous I looked in her bathroom mirror and wondering what it wouldbe like to really be a woman.Just then I heard the. ' Ummm no I wasn't asleep, I am so so so sorry. I don't know what came over me but it was the thought of you that made me do it.' You could sense my anger and disappointment in you and to try and make amends you reached out and started to stroke my bulging cock through my trousers but I moved away. ' You don't deserve that, it has to be earned my little one. Now tell me what you are.' ' I am a slut.' ' What are you?' ' I am a filthy little cumslut who doesn't deserve to play with your cock.' I.