He would make me wear womens clothing under my own at all times and I was more than willing to oblige. As we started getting used to each other's bodi...es we started getting more adventurous with our sexuel experimentation. With both of us still living at home we couldn't count on waiting for our families to be out of the house for us to release our pent up sexual desires, so we started taking things to public places. We set a lunch break meet at the school toilets. They were in a closed off area. He looked like he wanted to see more, leaning back on the bed I stretched my leg as wide apart as I could, I could see in the mirror opposite how open and pink my fanny was and how much of a slut I looked with my tights still on one leg.Gary’s hand moved up my leg and I did nothing to stop it, I wanted to feel a mans hand there again as much as he wanted to touch it. I helped him move his hand on to my fanny; I was open and willing as I pushed two of his fingers inside me. My fanny swallowed. But for now, we were content with the UK comps. At Blackpool Tower, there were hundreds of couples competing for the same glitter-ball trophy. As I looked around, I thought, “Oh my good god”, these women were absolutely dead sexy and really, really, fuck-able. Just thinking about them, was making my dick go really hard. No disrespect to my dance partner Karen – She is a stunner, but the skimpy clothes these women had on, meant you did not need to undress them. All you need was to make them. ? May I call you my sex slave??.You think about what he said. You have always wanted something like this to happen, but you were not going to tell him that. Inside you were excited, to be his sex slave would be a dream come true. ?That’s fine with me?, you say. ?Where are we going???It’s up to you, my place of a hotel room???A hotel room would be better for me I think?, you said feeling a little better at being in a public place. ?Maybe your place later?.He smiled, ?As you wish, but that’s this.