You spent that night at home wallowing in pity,trying to figure out what caused you to dress up in Patricia's clothes.'I'm not some crossdresser. What... was I thinking? She must think I'm somekind of sick pervert or something. And why does she want me to wear herdamn panties tomorrow?' Although only a few hours ago wearing her pantieswas deeply erotic, now that you had calmed down the idea was repulsive.It didn't make any sense, you had never had the urge to dress up inwomen's clothes before so. And so happened that the housecoat fell open making visible my breasts and thighs. I began to tie it. But I felt that someone is watching me, it was Dmitry Vasilyevich. It was obvious that he liked my looks, he blushed shamefacedly and went away.I was amused and decided to have a fun. Since then, every time, when he came to our house I wore the most short skirts, black nylon pantyhose and blouses with such decollete and cutouts that, seems, have been covered only my nipples and navel. Bra I. He moaned in approval. “What a good little bitch you are” he said, making me blush scarlet again. He moved his fingers towards my ass crack slowly as I stroked him and, without notice, stuck one large finger up my asshole as he began fingering me. This forced me to let out a very sudden, loud moan that anyone who’s had an object inserted into their asshole knows all too well.“Calm down, slutty boy,” he said very smoothly. “You’re gonna have something bigger up there real soon.” He inserted. I STILL enjoy variety, but, I am a lot more careful these days. Dave enjoys sharing me, and I enjoy being shared. I also love watching him with other women. I know what he does to them, and I enjoy watch them react to him. He is the best lover I could ever hope for, and I try to be the best lay he ever has. Neither one of is is jealous, so it is all fun. I think YOU should give him a little pussy the first chance you get. I think you will enjoy how he takes care of you. All of us love to have.