Men design costumes for the ladies, that are the rules, and I’d be more than happy to give you one.” My mistress reluctantly agreed, and, clutchi...ng her bag nervously, prepared to leave. “And don’t forget”, smiled Martin, “11 o’clock at Bismarckplatz, I’ll be waiting… Say, what is this?” He lowered his upper body towards her opened handbag and soon his face was right before mine. He had warm, amber eyes and an inviting smile. I understood why my mistress agreed to this odd invitation. “Eule”,. ”“You try stop me then,” she snaps. “I go pack bags.”“You go do that then,” he commands. “You won’t get three steps out the building before your ass is picked up.”“Mu’dak,” she growls.“What was that?” he asks, and then says mockingly, “My Russian is a little rusty.“I call you asshole,” she reveals.“Oh, so I’m the asshole?”“Asshole doesn’t even begin to explain you,” Yulia snaps before turning on her heels and heads for the guest room.“Yeah, you go ahead and get the last word,” he calls after. Not long after that, we were both in the morning meeting when I sent the first picture. It was of me from the waist up with just a few buttons of my blouse undone. I loved watching his reaction as he discreetly checked his phone and his eyes shot up and met mine. I smiled innocently, and he returned to his phone to reply. My phone vibrated almost immediately. 'Is that all I'm getting?' I sent the next picture, my blouse completely undone, and my white lace bra only just containing my pert. I looked at him and said I can’t deny it I am, I can’t get enough of Daddies fat cock, I am enjoying being Daddies sissy, to my complete shock he undid his zip on his pants whilst driving and took out his cock, whilst not as fat as Daddies cock it still looked big and he wasn’t even hard yet.I told him he had a nice cock but that I didn’t think he was gay, he said he isn’t but he has been horny since he dropped me off and that as it’s my fault he expects me to help him out.I apologised and said.