NO one else was around anyway. "What do you know about him?" He owns a clothes company, called... Circulo. That's it." Well... I've heard other stuff ...bout him. Bad stuff." Such as?" Do you remember Sheila Grant?"Her face fell a bit. "Worked with her on that shoot she did, January 2000. What happened to her?"I was going to have to stretch the truth a bit here. "Randall Fenard kidnapped her. Used her as a sex slave for two years."Even nympho Cindy was shocked by that. "Did she escape?" Yes. And. You hug yourself against the chill as water droplets from the drizzle begin to trickle down your shoulders. Daring myself against my odds, I kiss you gently behind you ear, my arms still around your shoulders. You simply let me, without flinching or drawing away. I kiss you on your neck and below your jaws. At this last touch your body seems to tremble the slightest bit and you turn your head and kiss me square on my lips. My body is suddenly awake with sensations I do not remember having felt. Having explained where the bathroom was, he left me to get on with the business of transforming myself into the submissive schoolgirl that he had requested me to dress as.After laying out my clothes, I made up my face, complete with false eyelashes and thick red lipstick. I then put on my waspie, seamed stockings, white regulation school knickers (as requested), bra and high heeled shoes, and after putting on my shoulder length fringed blonde wig, took some time to admire myself in the full. The straw boater that the school forced the girls to wear in summer was at a crazy angle on her head. She looked frighteningly young. ‘Oh, wow,’ she finally murmured in awe, her eyes glued to my giant cock. She raised a hand to remove her tie but I had a sexy thought and stopped her. ‘No, Kylie,’ I said. ‘Just the knickers. Leave everything else where it is.’ With a lascivious smile and without for a moment taking her eyes off my cock she rummaged under her skirt and dropped the knickers. Then.