I grabbed two small goblets of cider for myself and my pixie-faced submissive.The saleslady returned and talked with my Slave outside the curtain. Sho...pping can be a very involved process for some I imagine. As you may guess, it wasn't for me. This establishment catered to the former clientele yet didn't forget there was often someone like me tagging along."You try those on and I'll be back in a few moments." The mid-forty-year-old lady came up to me and smiled professionally. "Is there anything. But apart from that, we were once more similar.But now our play had changed and Suzy was more interested in boys andmakeup and looking pretty, whereas I was trying to be more boyish,getting into sports (badly) and just trying to keep up with my ownpeers.For a while Suzy and I were not really speaking, heh, you know how it iswith siblings. Occasionally she'd try to help me find a date, but shedidn't want any of her cool friends going out with her brother, so suchattempts were few and far. He has my clothes in his hands. He walks over to me and hands them to me. I take them and begin to get dressed. I remembered why I’m here without him and became angry again. I say nothing. He keeps asking me what is wrong. I just look up at him. When the girl that has been sucking his cock shows up, I tell him I want to go home. He tells me that she is his collared submissive. They had been playing for a year now. This just angers me more. When I demanded to leave, he tells me to just leave,. I am about to make you carry on, but I then feel the crotch of my panties being pulled to one side, and your fingers stroking directly over the soft mound of my freshly-shaved pubis. I can’t believe this is happening. Your fingers reach my vulva, and I feel one of them burrowing between the soft lips into my vagina, revolving round inside, finding my soft spongy walls and causing my secretions to dribble out over your hand. I bury my face in your shoulder, each breath coming as a short sharp.