Nervously i followed His instructions to the letter, wondering as i did so what He had in store for me.Upon arrivingat LAX, i retrieved my bag and beg...an looking for my Master.His instructions had stated that He'd be holding a sign that read Mlfsw(short for MY little fuckslut whore).i spotted Him a couple moments later, He was just as He's described and as his pics showed, a little over 6 ft tall, built nicely with large hands.He was dressed casually and i nervously approached Him and said"Hello. I did not write this. My girlfriend did, and its her first sex story, so feedback is welcome (constructive critisim yes, negativity NO.) Enjoy and be sure to leave a comment! With her black hair down and her lithe, strong body wrapped up in some frilly, barely there red dress, she looked as hot as sin. Her lips were a dark crimson and her green eyes ringed with smoky eye shadow. She was the beacon of desire in the nightclub as she danced. Many male heads turned her way and their cocks stood to. . Of what? You'll tell me when I get there... or Elena will tell all of us... O. k. Bye." He hangs up the phone, Heather hearing the coversation, or his side anyway, sees the quizzical look on Alans face, as he scratches his head."What's up Babe?" she asks."That was Mrs. Shackler, she wants me to come over when Elena comes home today, what time is it?"Heather looks at her watch," Ten after two why?" That means she'll be home in another half hour, let's call it a day, I won't be able to. His stomach compressedin on himself, quickly leaving him with a much slimmer waistline. Hescreamed out again, this time in a higher womanly voice, "God! Justfinish it already!"Clutching at his chest, he whimpered every bit as it pressed outwardagainst his once loose hoodie. He cupped the two swelling breaststightly as they fill out his once flat chest. He sends one hand underthe shirt to feel himself more closely as the other hand takes a moresouthern route. Slinking into his pants he clutches.