"Come on sissy, let's go and have a look at you." He pulls youacross the room and you mince after him in your 4 inch heels - he'sstill 3 inches talle...r than you in your heels. He pulls you in front ofthe full length mirror and stands behind you as you look at yourself inthe mirror. "Look at you sissy!" He holds the leash close to thecollar with one hand and pulls your face closer to the mirror, his otherhand on your hip, you can feel his body up against yours. "Look atyou!" You stare at. I poked my head in and shouted. "Hello?" A voice boomed from somewhere in the shop. "Back here!" I found him wiping his hands as he stepped away from the project at hand. A guy that appeared to be in his mid to late forties. Short salt and pepper hair. Goatee. Stocky frame. Hands stained with grease. I handed him the pizza and the credit card receipt to sign. I grabbed the pen out of my pocket and fumbled it underneath a work bench. I instinctively bent over to pick it up and cringed a little. "Why not?" Dorothy whispered.The Scarecrow took Dorothy's skirt between his trembling hands, and pulled it up, revealing her naked lower limbs."So lovely," the Scarecrow breathed.Dorothy adjusted her stance, separating her legs. She held her skirt up.The Scarecrow's glove-fingers slid up her inner thighs until they reached her soft nether lips.Dorothy closed her eyes, lay her head back, concentrating on the sensations.The Scarecrow leaned forward, pressing his nose into her pubic hair. He. The conversation went on, and we actually ordered some food and ate a nice lunch. It was Joy that asked, "So, how long are you two down here for?"I replied, "We just came down for the weekend. We've been planning this for a few weeks now. We never guessed that things would go this way."Christina added, "I never would have been able to do the things I've done this weekend if it weren't for Dennis. He allows me to be a more risque version of myself. When we went on our first date all those years.