She wasn’t vain, she didn’t consider herself to be sexy or beautiful at all but anyone who met her became captivated by her sheer feminism. Very f...w passed her in the street, men and women alike, without taking a second glance and thinking, “Oh I wish”.It was a Thursday evening and the young lady had showered, freshly shaved and was dressed. She was wearing a red and black basque which encased her false breasts, with sheer thin black panties and black stockings, leaving about four inches of. She told me to start cleaning every inch of her, and I gladly did so. Cupping her D cup breasts, massaging them from behind, flicking my fingers across her erect nipples. Then down, over hers hips and stomach, not missing a spot, "Keep going" she said, as I got to my knees and lathered the soap into the soft skin of her thighs. She leaned over, spreading her ass apart with her hands, saying "You missed a spot cumwhore, clean my fucking pussy and asshole with your tongue". I replaced her hands. I then stood up and displayed it in one motion. I watched her eyes drop to my groin and stay there getting a full view of my member. The dr*gs and pressure of the situation had done a fantastic job and my old boy has never been smaller. After a pause she looked up at my face with the edges of her mouth curled up in amusement. Looking straight into my eyes for a second she paused then said she needed to get a swab and asked me to roll back my foreskin. My dick was so shrivelled i could. In fact, on the short ride over to Martinique, Milly and that suit seemed to have completely cured me of whatever sexual dysfunctions Janet might have created. It was a fucking miracle! Pun intended.Milly changed back into the polo and shorts to go into the City. She would have set off civil insurrection among the male population if she had appeared there in that suit. As she was stepping up onto the dock she said rather hopefully, “Would you like to come with us?”I said, “I would love to but I.