I had grown to find her increasingly desirable and half-turned to kiss her but she merely pulled the laces even tighter and said, ‘Tonight you belon... to another.’ She sounded angry and I obediently stood in silence as she slipped a fine petticoat down over my undergarments but left my breasts quite naked. She then buttoned me into a dark, red dress that cupped my small bosom, was laced to the waist and flowed to the floor. I was led to the salon. Mistress Pickles introduced me to the other. "I don't. What is it?" Karl responded."Roleplay is like acting out a play. You pretend that you're someone different and then go with the flow. It's kind of how we played as kids. Pretending to be someone else and making up dialogue as you go along," Brad informed him. Karl nodded his understanding and Brad smiled."Now do you still have that wizard's robe you wore for Halloween last year?" Brad asked."Yeah, it's somewhere in the attic," Karl informed him."Go and find it and wear it on. .lol) She folded my clothes neatly in the mean time and she asked me to lay on my stomach. She laid a towel over my lower half which i removed and told her I didn't want to be covered, which she didn't mind. I made sure my cock and balls were visible between my legs. As she began rubbing my back, legs, and shoulders I reached over and started to fondle her ass. I asked her if it was okay, to which she said "yes, it's okay". Upon the flip she noticed I was very hard and erect. While smiling at. I had to see if she was smiling. She had a different look. I wasn’t quite sure what it was though. ‘Not yet,’ I replied smiling at her. She did one of those women things. She opened the coat. Without moving, she somehow slipped it off her body. She was still sitting on it, but it no longer covered her body. A quick glance was all I dared. The road was treacherous enough without me looking away. I could see that she was probably a year or two older or younger than me. With a made-up woman, in.