She held it in the palm of her hand, dare she call him? Maybe a text? Her heart raced, feeling like a schoolgirl she straightened out the piece of pap...r. She knew she couldn't talk to him, she wouldn't know what to say and anyway she knew she would just hang up. So, maybe a text? Yes she thought, that was the obvious way forward. She took out her mobile phone and punched in his number, followed by a small text message. "Hi, We met in the pub last week. Monnie." She pressed the send button, her. This was getting to be too much and something would have to give very soon.We parted slightly and I dragged my pants down to expose my erection, my prick already throbbing in anticipation of the possible delights to come. It had been far too long a wait and I hoped I wouldn’t disgrace myself, as I kicked them aside. Janet started to fondle me gently, but I had to beg her to wait as otherwise, I might blast off on the spot, and there were things I wished to do to her before that happened.I undid. . She dresses me in women'slingerie, dresses and high heels, and has promised that my penis willnever be in her again. She brought home some breast forms and glue. Sheglued to me on me the other might as we were going through her wisheson how I was to dress, and do my hair (wig), and do my make-up. She hasbought a vibrator for me to hold in my mouth when she wants penetrationfrom me. She has started calling me "limp dick loser". She has promisedto tattoo that right above my penis.After bringing. It had been months since she had any reason to look at her own face so it had taken her a while to make the connection but the woman on the screen was definitely her. An ex had described her as a “shortstack”, which was one of the reasons they were now an ex but it wasn’t completely inaccurate. She topped out at just under five feet and had an impressive set of curves: large, round breasts and wide hips, along with a slight belly that just refused to completely flatten out, regardless of.