Once she had everything in place, I thought how she had made a goodchoice; they had the right form and "heft," yet were still soft enough withthe righ...t amount of give.The next step was a pair of pantyhose. I had watched enough women do this tohave an idea of what I needed to do. Carefully rolling them up and pointingmy toes, I pulled them into place. Now she brought out a pair ofpumps--fortunately, with just a one inch heel--so I didn't have to totteraround too badly. She led me over the mirror. . hold it ... hold it ... hold itttttttt ... Good!"Between a radiologist that thought sixteen was the same age as six, and the interminable number of X-rays, cat and pet scans, and other scans, I spent three hours getting photographed. By the time I finally got to put my clothes back on and see Doctor Phaisal, I was hungry, grumpy, frustrated, and short tempered.And he knew it."Kevin, I know this is not fun, neither is the news I'm going to share with you, so if you think you're in a bad mood. Now I find out that he was actually telling the truth! what the fuck should I do?!then it hit me. MAKEUP SEX. I went in his closet and found one of his bigger tshirts. i took of my jeans and tshirt and stared at myself in the mirror. i had on a red bra and a matching red lace thong. i slipped on his tshirt. i teased my hair; making it sexier. i also put on perfume on my wrist and neck.. i walked in into his living room where i found him playing Xbox. i sat down next to him, and put my hand on. " Show me what a true married white slut you are." Such a nasty slut, letting me fuck you bareback." I bet you wish I would cum in your cunt, and knock you up." Is that what you want slut, you want me to drop my fat black load in your white pussy?"The more he spoke, the more aroused I became, but I did manage a weak, "no" to answer his question.He jumped on my response, and rebuttled, "don't lie to me slut, I know you want my nut in you. Just admit it slut."Again I weakly countered, "no." You.