"The choice is yours. If you don't want to play, just walk away in opposite direction of the changing rooms and have a happy Thanksgiving. No harm, no...foul. If you choose to play, you'll be back here in less than five minutes. How you prove your obedience is your choice, but I want to see skin, not clothing from your purse. So make your choice, we'll be in this area of the store for the next five minutes." At that, I turned our cart around and headed down the aisle in the other direction.Debi. . I'm afraid that NOBODY loves me."I'm so sad. NOBODY loves me. I just know it. And Nobody loves me so bad that Benjamin and I will have to go live in dumpsters, and eat dead rats, and dead pigeons, and you know ... stuff like that..."I was really laying it on thick, and the babies were giggling at their goofy daddy. Millie was holding Millicent and watching the whole exchange with a look of hilarity on her face. Mr. Bell was wise. He held his peace and let us play it out. Someone would. I thought about the wig and then came up with a crazy idea.I went in the bathroom and found some of Sue's makeup. I did a pretty good job applying it and looked pretty good. I then put on a pair of Sue's thong underwear and one of her skirts. It was made of stretchy nylon so on me it was a miniskirt. I wore a loose fitting sweater and put on the wig and CFMs. I looked in the mirror and thought this was crazy. I drove about thirty minutes out of town to a truck stop. There was a diner there and. He could feel the unmistakable surge of juices flowing from her pussy on his fingers, and then the tell-tale pulsing of her pussy muscles as they gripped his firmly thrusting fingers, so he sucked her clit harder and waited for her explosion. It had been building for such a long time that she didn’t know what she was feeling when it hit her; her eyes were closed tightly and she simultaneously wanted him to stop, but didn’t want the glorious torture to end. ”Oh God, yes. FUCK. I am cumming..