Mistress approved by nodding her head. She had slipped fingers between her thighs and was caressing her pussy through the lace fabric of the thong. Sh...e told me to continue with my masturbation. What a relief for me! I gripped my fingers around the shaft of my cock and restored the medium paced moves. Down the shaft and back up until my hand touched the glans. In a few pumps more precum leaked making my penis slippery. I felt it covering my fingers. A natural lubricant for my hard sensitive. " I would stay in there for as long as I could. Eventually, as I got older, I discovered how wondrous it was to masturbate while dressed. It became even more of a compulsion.Soon, I had conditioned myself, sexually, into a compulsive crossdresser. When I finally learned psychological theory, I learned about Pavlov's dog. I had become the dog, but instead of drooling, I was sexually aroused. Turned on by the feeling of panties and hosiery, I found I could no longer stop. I started psychological. “What in the god forsaken world were you thinking? Boy I should…” Johnny started saying. “Boy you should what? Huh? I was getting some fine ass pussy but then you had to come and fuck it all up. That’s all you ever do is fuck up my pussy time but yet you still get to have yours and it never gets disrupted!” Rod said as he was hurrying to put his pants back into position. “Is that so?” Johnny replied. “If I recall, you just messed up one fine ass dream with your god damn pounding on my door. And. ” Cassie took everything out of her pockets, as the security guard looks them over then dropped them in the bag Miss Piggy was holding along with the jeans.“Ma’am, you are down to your panties and bra I suggest you come clean and give up the stolen goods. This is your final warning. You passed a sign entering the mall that states you can be subjected to a strip search if you are suspected of shop lifting.” Cassie began to sob. It made both guards feel bad for her. They both looked over at Miss.