What you'rewearing, what you're doing online. What kind of man does this?" Mistressasked me, point blank. "Answer me. And speak as you do it." I see a...man in lingerie-" Describe yourself, bitch," Mistress cut me off."A thirty-five year old man wearing a fishnet bodystocking, black thighhighs with pink seams. A black corset that is cinched to the point ofbeing uncomfortable," I explained to her and to myself. Hair, make up...Iwas truly a sissy."And what are you doing as you wear all this tawdry. She had been wanting his cum. She loved the taste of it. The sticky feel of cum as is slowly slid over her tongue. She loved having a mouth full of cum to show Tom his own cum. She loved sharing his cum with him. It made her feel like such a nasty wanton slut. Nothing was forbidden. She could be as nasty and slutty as she wanted. The feeling of being totally sexually free was exhilarating. Annie was loving the way Tom was eating and playing with her pussy. She loved it when he spread. Kaylee's Camaro still sat in the parking lot of the restaurant which had been closed for business since he'd sent his little gift. He drove the streets, checking the grocery store and anywhere else that she could have been.They had her stashed away from him. They didn't believe he would kill Tina to get her. He would, if he had to. But for some reason, killing Tina wasn't something he wanted to do anymore.It was only ten p.m. but the streets were strangely empty. The mayor had put out a curfew. "Boyfriend?" Camille continued."Err ... yes," the younger girl answered, figuring that the closer she stayed to the truth the easier it would be to remember later."Some girls need a cock now and then, I guess," Camille said as if she was just making an observation. "I've never seen the need for one, or at least for what they come attached to."Annie was still trying to figure out what that meant when Camille changed the subject yet again."Would you like to dance?" she asked, placing her hand.