..what the hell was he going to do with me after he'd screwed me, he'd pretty much ****d me....yeah, I'd let myself get in this situation, but he'd fo...ced me and it was all on tape (somewhere?)The best course of action was to just go along with it, be submissive as I'd promised let him have his way with me...maybe even play along that it was what and how I wanted, maybe he'd let me go if he thought i was a willing participant, and that maybe I'd come back for more."fuck me Andrew" I blurted. Those mysterious fingers were now almost to my very wet pussy and it was all I could do not to moan aloud. Then as if to keep me at the counter, the mystery fingers crept higher and pulled the seam of my panties aside.I was now receiving the most wonderful licking I had ever experienced!Trying to keep it together, I asked him if I could try on the dress. Smiling he said that would be fine and that he thought the dress would look stunning on me and that he had sold several today.Pointing to the. "Can't wait, D."Now as she looked impassively down at me I tried to recall exactly what she'd said over dinner. Something about female dominance and cream pies. That she'd been doing some Internet surfing and the word, her word surfaced 'determined.' She looked determined now. She didn't look like Diana. My Diana. No.Diana was 5' 2" a bit over 100 lbs. Her thighs and calves perfection. Diana kept a tan and she never, ever failed to turn heads. Her bottom was round and proud---her breasts. He was, I suppose, to be in his early forties or late thirties, not bad looking and decently attired. It was an opening gambit which I’d heard before, but I liked the look of him and, well let’s face it, I’d been without a man for over three months now and though I wasn’t really that desperate to take anything, he did look good enough to eat. ‘You might well have seeing as I come here quite often, but I don’t recall seeing you before,’ I said to try and put him on the back foot. ‘Probably.