‘I still love you…but…I cannot be with someone that will leave my side when I need them most…’ A drop of blood trickled down her chin, and s...e realized she was biting into her lip. The salty taste of blood reminded her of who she was. She felt the mask settle back over her face as the blood and growing anger caused the pain to recede. When she spoke, her voice was brittle, anguish hidden just beneath the cover of her anger. ‘I neva’ believed in love befo’… I-I thought wid you would be. “Turn around let me see your ass” he said. I was shocked but did as he asked. Now a little more then tipsy I turned around slowly for him. “Now walk across the room and let me see your wiggle” he ordered again. Staggering around the room I started feeling weird but a good weird. I strutted myself as ordered and even put a little more wiggle in it then usual. He stood up and asked if I was ready yet. The way I was feeling I new it was more then booze he gave me but I didn’t care. I told. Leroy didn't let me down, bringing me an outfit for the night. It sure looked small. I tried to figure it out, and finally did. It was supposed to be a set of coverall shorts, all of red wet look spandex. The bottoms were quite short, and thin, splitting my ass, and revealing much of my pussy hair. I asked where the top was, and he laughingly told me to place the straps over my nipples. He ordered me to trim my pussy so I wouldn't be so unsightly. God this was embarrassing. I did not. I slowly guided my hand to her glory hole and kept my palm on her pantie for which she gave a jerk then I rubbed and massaged her pussy gently, her pussy was like plump which is soft and to my surprise she was fully shaved, after a couple of mins I can feel her love juice oozing out from her pussy and she is getting deep breaths. This gives me the green signal, at the same time my tool was bursting to get out off my pants. I usually wear tracks in home. It was bulging from the track pant. So’I.