First I put on a pair of black thigh high stockings and a black garter belt. I loved the way the straps of the garter belt "framed" my ass. Then I pu... on a pair of pink bikini thong panties, just for contrast with the black lingerie, before putting on a lacy black bra. I put on a black see-through top and matching black pleated mini-skirt and finally, I put on my black heels. I can wear high heels easily because I'm only 5'7" in height but I prefer a lower heel. Easier to walk in and just. After she swallowed every drop I went to reciprocate and she stopped me. ‘Bill I like making you feel good. Let me give you a nice freebie BJ or a handjob every once and awhile. And if you feel like bending me over the couch or table and using me go for it. I will tell you if I don’t want you to and I know you will respect that. Just so you know I plan on using you for MY enjoyment every once and awhile and if you don’t get off I am not gonna feel bad about it.’ She told me. Was this woman. “Sure, whatever,” she said, having regained a little of her cool. As soon as she left work that day, she found herself looking for a garter belt and nylons. She wasn’t sure why she was doing it, either. Did his manner underwhelm her into it? Or was she simply calling his bluff?After he’d taken her to his place, he walked her downstairs to his basement play area. It really does exist, she thought. He showed her to the sawhorse, grabbed a rope, and grabbed her ankle. The doubled the rope,. I went to work making myself as presentable as possible. I glued on the breast forms, applied my makeup, donned my wig, painted my nails, doused myself with daddy's favorite perfume and put on my new ensemble. Lastly before leaving I locked on my heels. I hated those heels, they were clearly far too small for my feet. On more than one occasion they left my feet bleeding. I gave myself one final inspection in the mirror before exciting the bathroom intent on cooking daddy's dinner before.