"Mom sat there looking at me, then her eyes lit up. "You have a verygood chance at winning this year Peter, so why don't we just make sureof it! When ...we are out tomorrow, well get you enough lingerie of yourown so that you can dress every day, and by the time the party comes,you'll be familiar with how to wear the dress, and have walking and soon down pat!" Tomorrow? Me? Shopping? Like this?" I said, swallowing hard."Well, yes. You'll have to try on the shoes, and of course you'll needto be. I stood there in my new Louboutin heels, black thigh high stockings, garter belt and black laced panties with my breasts and stomach completely expose. Mr. Keller said nothing at first causing my heart to stop. How could Kayla have been so wrong? She said that he loved stockings and garter belts. Maybe she was right and I shouldn’t have worn the panties. I started to pull my arms up to my chest as a naughty smile started to cross his face. My confidence started to soar. He liked it and I could. "Kisses first?" I askedHe stood, quite confidently, actually, and of course he towered over me, and he leant in to kiss me. Our mouths collided, rather awkwardly, a mixture of nerves and his inexperience, but I locked my lips onto his, and our tonguessoon came into play, and we were off. He was someting of a natural, a very sensual kisser. He was getting a bit BOLD, actually, as he wrapped his big warm hand round a breast. I broke free at that point and span round."Sorry!" he murmured "No it's. The car was waiting for us, as was the valet, looking indecently eager for another peek at Marta’s cunt. He held the door open and stood aside.Unfortunately for him, I had to help Marta into the car as her hands were cuffed behind her. I made sure the coat was underneath her, wrapped it over her, pulled the seat belt over and clipped it, then walked to the driver’s side. Along the way, I tipped the valet handsomely, and said, “Better luck next time, sport.”Once settled, I drove out of the.