He gets off on getting me to dress real slutty, taking pics of me, and going out places where friends wont spot us, as I will be dressed like a hooker... in stuff like thigh high boots, ultra micro skirts, see through tops, shaven pussy, no knickers. I confess I look good as a tart, gloss lipstick, plenty of make up....he loves other men lusting after me, seeing a flash of my bum cheeks, or a glimpse of pussy..Sometimes he takes pics of me in the street, even in red light areas, looking like I am. I swam over to where Ben was and grabbed him from the back. I pulled him close and dared him to break free. He struggled to break free but the squirming was making my cock even harder. And it wasn’t long before my cock was at its full erection and was gently poking Ben in the bum. I felt him stop squirming. ‘Let me turn around, Frank’, he said. So I loosened my grip and allowed him to turn around. ‘I have a confession to make’, he said. ‘I have always wanted to see you naked. I am not gay or at. ’ He said as his hand moved down towards my pussy, his fingers pressing into my lips, rubbing up and down, slipping one finger inside of me. It felt full and warm. ‘No.’ I said. ‘Stop that.’ ‘Why?’ He said. ‘Don’t you like it?’ ‘I...I...’ I was stuttering. I did like it, but that was not the point, was it? I didn’t know what to do, what to say. ‘I might scream.’ I threatened. He chuckled. ‘You might scream?’ He said in a patronizing voice, while still rubbing my pussy, his finger. Emily told her cousins how to put me in it. It was obviousthat they liked the way that it restricted me. Once in itlike before I was trapped, my arms at my sides, the rubberinterior getting hot and sweaty.Maggie called from downstairs that dinner was ready. Iwalked down the stairs with them still clad in the horriblegarment. My hair was in bunches at the sides of my headheld in pink ribbons. They led me into the dining room;Maggie and Marie were already seated. They laughed whenthey saw me. The.