" So?" So, it's kind of girly." So are you, Jimmy girl."I slipped the shirt on. After that, Susan gave me a pair ofher jeans. She was right about the ...hip bit, the jeans werea major struggle. But once they were on, they were loosearound my waist and slipped back down against my hips,leaving a strip of bare flesh between the bottom of theshirt and the top of the low-riding jeans. My reshapedbellybutton was visible."You better not eat too much," warned Susan, "or you'llneed scissors to get out of. My cock started touching her ass and it is now getting bigger. I cant control it. She turned and smiled at me. Then I touched her ass with my hand and press it so hard. and now the stop came and and we got down. After buying dress for her we go to icecream shop . I sat nearby her and ordered for icecream. There I touched her thigh she said nothing. I moved my hand little up and caught her belly she stopped me asked to eat . while eating we exchanged our icecream and got into the bus there we. I panicked, my heart was racing, I was reaching for anything. I ended up saying “ No, I was just k**ding.” We continued to fuck like rabbits, and the night went on business as usual. The next couple weeks went by. I was working as a cab driver here in Vegas. I was sitting outside a casino, New York New York, to be exact. She texted me this mind blowing text, I remember it almost word for word. “If you want to see what you said you wanted to see, I have a few conditions. He must be white, He. She was certain he would remain her complicit tool as she introduced him to her extensive repertoire of feminine wiles and downright nasty need to be properly humiliated.Her brief stint working at the Gentlemen’s Club in Las Vegas was enough to make her ready for any contingency and she knew her skills would make any male in his forties behave like a teenager once again.The next morning was a Saturday and the knock on her door was more like a wake-up call with both of the Simmons bringing her a.