Even though the shirt was huge on her, he could still see all of her mouth-watering, voluptuous curves.“Is that my shirt?”“Yeah,” she responde..., taking the bikini out of his hands. She threw the bikini on the floor and reminded him, “You never answered my question.”“What question? And are you going to pick that up; it’s wet?”“Why didn’t you get naked with me? You clearly wanted to fuck me; you even started stuttering.”“I was shocked that you just got naked for no reason,” he barked.“Your dick. It was wonderful. You made me cum. Sweetie I'm a hooker. I never cum on a guy's cock." My confidence restored, I smiled. Mel asked, "What got into you?" Shrugging, I said, "I realized that Jeanne needs me. Yes, she has other guys and while I understand that she's going to keep playing with them, you both said it earlier. She's adventurous. She wants to try new things. She needs someone she can trust to experiment with her. I want to be that person." Mel said, "Michael, Jeanne wants you to be. She didn't know how or why, but apart from beingswollen they were also super sensitive. Once she had stripped out of herskirt and sweater she neatly folded them and put them to the side,sliding the new sissy condom in place before mincing to the stove.She wasn't the best cook around, but she did know some basics. Bacon andan egg for example wasn't hard at all. The entire situation of cookingfor her tormentor was very awkward though. While awkward she guessed itwas better than getting fucked. Peter was going to love them!I was ready for my gown.I took it back out of the closet, tossing the hanger on the bed. Itzipped up the side, though the zipper was very cleverly hidden by asmooth overlay and I almost didn't see it.I stepped into the long gown and pulled it up my body. It was formfitting at the bust and then went almost straight down with only a hintof a waistline. It was a little snug at my hips. There was a long slit upone side. But the most unusual thing was that there was a.