All little girls and all of them in frills. All of them with hisface. Those dainty poses and it was him posing. Mark felt ill.Mark had noticed the ...dresses before, lots of times. He couldn't helpnoticing since the Little Miss Muffin Product line was, to put it mildly,the extremes in dresses. He'd seen those pictures more than a few times,but not in his context. Mark had also seen the product line up close andin detail. Those details were now swimming in his head as he sat therelooking at. Bought specially for this meeting.I’m afraid I part company with Mr. Walden Pond. I am not wary of all enterprises that require new clothing.I topped my outfit off with a blue, roll-collar sweater. Thin and sheer. No coat, even though it’s chilly — I didn’t want Meriwether to suspect a pistol. Listening device. I hadn’t brought a purse. I felt naked.There was a chance, maybe a good one, that Meriwether wouldn’t show. Or would call me to change the venue, the time, the day. It would be smart on. Then she had slipped her camisole over my head and I was immediately erectas it slid down over my body."Have you worn this before?" Annie had teased, stroking my manhood again."No but I wish I had!" I had replied as the sensation of this silkygarment encasing my body was amazing."We're not done yet, you are going to have your own lingerie, but let memake your first order," she purred pushing me down on to the bed. "Closeyour eyes."She sat on top of me with my arms pinned behind my head.I. I lean forward and take him in my mouth, swirling by tongue around his soft head and taking him as deeply as I can. I can feel that oh-so-familiar wetness spreading through my pants, coming out from the folds of my pussy and soaking my lace thong. I love pleasuring him but I need some pleasure myself - this situation obviously didn’t allow him to help me out in anyway, so it was up to me. I run my hands up the inside of my thighs, past the incredibly high hemline of my summer dress and pull.