It fitted snugly round my waist. I couldn’t really see the effect in the dressing-table mirror, so I went back to the bathroom to look at myself in ...the big mirrors there. Very nice indeed. Somehow I felt that the mysterious adventure I had embarked on required me to look my best; and as no clothes were provided I was being tested to see what I could do with what there was. Before leaving the bathroom I couldn’t resist touching up my make-up yet again and spraying a little more perfume onto my. We both kept texting back and forth letting us both know what was on each others mind. When I returned to work wearing my sexy underclothing, the feeling of my Garters rubbing on my legs and smooth ass cheeks. I was really feeling feminine and sexy. After about and hour of this feeling I text my Mistress asking if I could stuff myself. Her answer was NO I had to wait until later, that alone was making me even hotter. When My Mistress finally arrived at my work, I was on pins and needles. They were the only ones I could forceup my new legs. The way they clung to my hips, and cupped the void inmy crotch sent shivers down my spine. Next, I selected various skirts.Most were much too short for my taste, hitting about mid-thigh. But, mylegs seemed quite adamant about them being the only things I couldwear. Various tweed, plaids, and wool mini-skirts were the only optionsopen to me. Nothing trashy mind you, all of them had a certain tastefulsexiness to them. The only exemption in. She was obviously a real red head. He flipped to the next page. This page grabbed his attention. It was a close up of her taken from the front. Her pussy was covered in a thick covering of wirey, coarse red pussy hair. The inner lips of her cunt were protruding from beyond the outer lips. Kevin thought how wonderful it would feel to be able to rub his face deeply inside that hairy pussy. What a turn on it would be to be able to lick and suck her to an orgasm as the man on the beach had done.