" His voice trails off as Hehands me a garter belt, thigh highs and a pair of spikes.The order given is clear though unspoken. In silence i finishdres...sing myself to my Owner's specifications. The sheer fabricencasing my legs up to my thighs, the belt to hold them up, as itseems to frame my ass and cunt. i sway slightly in the heels fora moment before finding my balance. Nervously i glance at Him andhope that, whatever look it is He hoped to achieve with me issuccessful."Perfect little a****l.. Bas ab policee mein complain karne hi jaa rahe the. Hai kaha tuuuuuuuuJ: bapuji shant ho jaiye. Mein ek urgent meeting ke silsile mein pune Aagaya subah hi. Aur meeting jaldi chalu ho gai isliye baat nahi kar paya aur meeting mein phone bhi silent pe tha.C:ee babuchak bolke nahi ja sakta.J:sorry babpuji mein kal shaam tak aa jaunga. Abhi mein rakhta hu.Aisa bolke jetha phone kaat deta hai aur babita ki taraf dekhta hai. Babita samaj jati hai ki uski chut ka chamaan hone wala hai.Jetha babita ki. What is your pleasure, officer?”Only Sheila’s lips moved as she spoke and remained frozen in place. The sweat on her brow made her look like a talking ice cube. I remembered to breathe and inhaled slowly and tried to relax. I was in the line of fire. I’d seen too many YouTube videos of police shootings. When a motor vehicle stop goes bad, cops tend to go nuts and empty their clips when they let fly. If he opened fire, life in the front seat would be history.“Using two fingers, hand me your. Another blessing was the fact that the road to our area was filled with potholes. Every time we hit one, it seemed as if her breasts were just eager to leap up out of that shirt. Every day I would stare at her breasts, never getting tired. At home, and on a few occasions on the bus, I would jack off to alot of the girls at school, but always finish to Blessing. THe magnificent shape of her breasts, the perfect curve to them, the way they bounced. They were, at my guess, 42 D's. .