“I’m fine now.”“Tell me whenever you want one. And here’s the art supplies you wanted.” He smiled delightedly when he saw the things I’d... bought for him. “I’ll change, get you a beer, and make us something to eat.”I changed quickly. Nothing fancy: a light loose summer dress I rarely wore, short-sleeved and knee-length, pale cream speckled with tiny blue and grey flowers, with no knickers underneath. I did keep on a bra, though, since otherwise my nipples would be poking through the fabric. I. I even over heard a couple of them say that the "Sissy" is back to watch again. I don't mind being called that too much. I just wish they would treat me a little nicer. I love seeing their manhood bounce as they play. Sometimes I even get a quick look if one of them is wearing tighty-whities. Some of them will even squeeze their dick as a show for me. I always try to look disinterested when they do this. I have never sucked a black dick before, nor have I ever had sex with a black guy. But,. But the scene fueled my fantasies tremendously. I figured the closest I would ever get was a pair of your panties. But I knew that would never happen either. I reasoned the best I could do was to buy for myself, a pair of panties in your size. So I went to the store and bought a pair of size 10 yellow briefs” “You’re very perceptive about the size of my panties.” “Linda helped with the size. She works in the lingerie department. I’ll explain all that later.” “Indeed you will young man,” she. I complimented that with some black lace suspenders and black sheer pull up stockings. Over that I wore some tight blue yoga pants and a black hoodie. It was feminine but subtle enough to pass while I walked out the door and the excitment of knowing what I had underneath, with all the nylon and lace rubbing against my body was almost too much to bare. I couldn't wait for the boys to take it off me. I put a little make up in my backpack to apply on our drive and then was ready to see what the.