Perfect — I looked like a wanton slut. My boobs were ridiculous. The corset only had a half-cup bra built in, and it was too small, all it did was p...ovide a little support from the bottom of my tits. My nipples were completely exposed and the effect of the half-cup was to push my tits together and up, creating a huge round quivering mass of boob-flesh with a lot of cleavage. Just breathing made them jiggle. My waist and hips looks fine, there was about 2-2.5 inches of extra space between the. ... A deep and yearning need to be female!Mrs. Black was holding out a matching black lycra and satin girdle tohim. "Put this on, I want to see you wriggle and squirm your way intothis very tight and very uncomfortable girdle...and it will hide thatmale thing of yours!"His limbs were heavy and lethargic; there was not an ounce ofresistance left in him. Under her mocking eyes Mike stepped into thewaistband of the girdle. He struggled, tugging and pulling at theincredibly tight elastic material.. Daniel and I laughed and breathed heavily. “How was that?” Daniel asked me, pulling out from my ass. I looked back over my shoulder and smiled and he smiled back. “Amazing,” I replied. He grinned. “Good. I got to go now but, what are you doing later?” “Not much, why?” “Good, keep it free.” I looked confused but Daniel kissed me on the lips. “You’ll see.” I watched as he put shorts on and sleeveless top then kissed me again. “Tonight, at eight, car park, don’t be late,” he told me.. We both had a drink, I had a beer and she had a glass of wine, and we had snacks too.Dean was down on the main deck with Kathy, a divorcee he had been dating back home. He was technically still on light duty so I told him to invite someone. She could stay for a few days, a few weeks, whatever worked. If she wanted to cut the visit short or had a set time, we would put her on a plane home at the nearest airport.Deb, on the other hand, refused to even consider it. She was more than happy to move.