"Don’t fucking touch her or I’ll rip your dick off" like defense. Being young and curious, I would often screw this up. I would meet a man, dance ...around the topics that turn me on, and that man would start pursuit. I’ve never been with a girl like you; someone that desires like you, they would say. This man was different. This man was asking me to go explore, be pleasured and come back to tell the tale. I sat back; slowly registering the challenge. You want a story? I’ll give you a god damn. I was afraid to ask, "Know what, honey?" I sputtered.She put her hands on her hips and raised her eyebrows, "Panties!"Oh, Jesus, my was head spinning, not sure what to say if she wasn’t wearing any, "Well?" I asked, barely able to speak.Lori spun around, took a wide stance, bent over and grinned at me from between her legs with her little white cotton panties 'vividly framed' by the thin black outline of her new club dress around her completely exposed ass! I stared at her flawless creamy skin,. ” She gasped and she grabbed at some napkins on the console and held them down to me. I took them gladly and wrapped them around my cock when to my shock something happened I didn't expect. Her thong panties had been worked right off her pussy by my efforts and when she bent over to grab the napkins somehow she shifted enough that my thumb slipped down lower and touched her right at her little pink opening. We both knew instantly I was just a fraction away from slipping in to her.She gasped and. His name is Ralph. I usually call him 'Master'. He calls me 'Slut' and sometimes 'Whore'. Ralph gave me a sissy name that I like a lot. I use it for my cell phone and email messages. When I meet a man who asks me my name, it gives them a good idea of what to expect from me. My sissy name is Ima Rimmer.Ralph is not rich or handsome. His cock isn't huge. He's half a foot shorter and a few years older than I am. Even so, I'm pleased to be Ralph's submissive fuckmeat 24/7.The night I met Ralph, I.