And, might I expose myself for your appreciation, might I slide fine lace down my cum flooded thighs to reveal my wanton, saturated sex, might I prese...nt needy, panting me for your delight, because, I am an…Attention Seeking WhoreDo you think me nice, perfect, undeniably yummy? My nude, shaven, smooth, pulsating pussy gloriously displayed, thighs glisteningly sheened in dribbling need, vulva, labia, clitoris blushing pink, blood engorged, throbbing prettily, just aching for a touch … aching for. .. Scott has his outfit." "What....!" "I can't go like this................I...I'm...naked......and with....the...theseon my nipples. I can't go in public like this.....to a night club...........I'dbe seen...I could be recognized." Kary lit up a cigarette, coolly regarding him. "Your not naked......your nearly naked.....and the nipple clamps are perfect...they set the whole thing off.....and they'll help you keep turned on....thepart about being recognized might be a problem....maybe we can get. I am writing this in 2016. As I said, I am 43 as of this writing. The story I am going to tell you takes place in the late summer of 2010. It was a weekend that ultimately changed my life, and put me back in good standing with the memory, or spirit of my mother. I hope it’s not too boring for you. Here goes: It was the middle of August in 2010, a Thursday evening as I recall, and I had been in Dallas Texas for a week, conducting meetings each day with different businesses and corporations that. He putshis fingers to the taut material of my panties. It disgusts me, but I ambeginning to like it, against all my instincts and morality. My hands areclasped obediently behind my back, so controlled already, it has taken such ashort time for him to stop me being naughty. "I'mgoing to turn you into raging queen; cross-dressing, medical procedures, theworks. And you're going to want it, because of personality-processing, orcharacter-modification, whatever you want to call it. You're going to.
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