I couldn't help but sneak a peek. We all do it even though most of us won't admit it. I have an 8 ½ inch dick and was always pretty proud of my size ...but this guy had probably 6 ½ just hanging there and every bit as thick as mine when I have a hard on. He finished up and turned toward me without putting his cock away. He must have caught me glancing over at him because he just stood there for a minute before saying anything. I tried to act like I didn't notice him, finished up, shook a couple. It also seemed like Ron was online a lot stroking his cock and in need a good fuck. He couldn't believe that we were finally going to meet. We picked a time about one hour from when I had contacted him to meet up at a local coffee shop. I showered and shaved so my pussy was nice and bald for him and dressed down just wearing jeans and a jersey with nothing underneath. I went to the coffee shop and ordered my coffee and waited at a table for him. He walked in smiling as if he had won the. I don't know what to say about the cup size."Madeline, the younger saleswoman said, "We'll give him a C. Not too big and not too small," snickering. She then led me back over to the racks of bras and found a longline bra of shiny nylon that matched the panties. By this time I was about ready to give up the whole "adventure," but she still had my list in her hand. She said, "Now that you have your bra and panties, let's find you some pantyhose. Have you ever worn pantyhose before?" The last. I soon saw a small pot-belly forming around the trim waistline I’d always been so proud of. Daddy Sir noticed it, too. He started calling me his ?pot-bellied fuckpig.? Fat was accumulating on my chest, too, as the gym muscles I’d worked so hard to keep firm seemed to be melting away overnight. The junk foods and soft drinks never seemed to satisfy me, no matter how much I ate?and if I tried not to eat, I was soundly beaten and threatened with force-feeding. Almost as soon as I moved in, Daddy.