I wasn't interested in getting involved with short women so I wouldn't go through that pain again, not to mention avoiding hurting a woman I ended up ...aring about. It was just easier to avoid the company of short women in the first place.I confessed that I was very attracted to her, but didn't think that we had much of a future together. She said she was attracted to me as well, and was intrigued by the bulge in my trousers.She asked "So how large are you?" to which I responded "Nine and a half. “Are you really with the police?” was my first question.“Do you really have some doughnuts and beer?” was his instant response.“That depends,” I answered carefully. “Can I see some form of identification?”“That depends,” retorted the slovenly man. “Can I see some doughnuts and beer?”“Okay, come on in. The doughnuts and beer are in the kitchen. The guys I met at local watering hole described you quite accurately,” I admitted. “At least they were right about the doughnuts and beer. I’m still a. ”“Uh -- you look -- uh --awesome, like you could be a model or something.” I looked into her made up eyes then stepped back to look at her from a distance. The make-up, the hair and the clothes disguised the real Sandy, the girl in front of me was almost a stranger, a very appealing stranger. She beamed her pleasure at my stuttering assessment then spun toward the changing room. I watched her back as she left, the bare skin between the jeans and the hem of the shirt only enhanced the way her. Errrrrrr.Errrrrrrrr. Missssssssssstress sissy mumbled nervously, Mistress's knickers still in his mouth his hardness shrinking faster than a bad souffle.Mistress strode in to the room, sissy was fumbling in the chair trying to rise, Mistress in a soft but stern voice stay there, you bad bad boy, lets see what you have been up too, and in my lingerie too no less. Oh watcing Maria again without my permission, that's twice now.Sucking my used knickers too, such a dirty boy, standing there,.