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I’m Sylvia and I love wearing one of my many corsets. They make me feel so feminine and sexy. And I must confess that I love dressing my pets in them as well. We can both dress up in my sexy corsets and garterbelts, stockings, panties and my high heels. Plus I have a large collection of sex toys such as strap-ons, dildos, vibes & lots of flavored body oils and lubes. So, if you’re into dress-up and playing with toys then call me and we’ll have a really good time Sugar!
Sylvia
1-866-431-6367
JRW if you read this thanks for the pic your such a hottie. You can cum play with me whenever you like…I hope you like the little red thongs I sent you.Well, I better get to bed and get some sleep I need my beauty rest. Night Night!!
I hope everyone has geared up for Thanksgiving. It’s hard to believe that its this Thursday. I feel so unprepared and stressed out. Guys I know you do too. Just think your Mother in law is coming into town and you have to be civil so you get relegated to the sofa for a week. I know that must be frustrating. Call me this week before or maybe during all the chaos and I can take your mind off things and treat you the way a woman is supposed to treat a man. Come lie in my arms and tell me all your stresses and troubles. I am a great listener and my soft encouraging touch will make you melt. Call now and my soft touch, sweet voice and unbeatable sexual skills are sure to have one good time and ease the stresses of the holidays.
I had one of my best calls today!! I had a client that had ordered a pair of my hot wet little panties that I came in while I was doing a call with him. He had me so hot that day that I squirted all over those panties and got them so freakin nasty… just for him!!!
I put them in a ziplock baggie and mailed them out ASAP!! When he received my package he opened it and called me … mmm he told me they smelled sooooooo good!!!! This client loves when I pull up porn on my computer and watch as guys fuck all these hot sluts and cum in their hot little pussies!!! He likes to hear me listen to it and he also likes me to tell him what is happening and how much it turns me on!!! I cum so hard when we do when we do these calls… but this time it was so much better as he fucked his nice hard cock with my wet, juicy panties!!! Oh god that was sooooo fucking hot.. Can’t wait till next baby!!!!
If this turns you on??? I’m available and willing to do this for you as well… I promise you’ll have me cumming all over my panties just for you!!!
When I was six years old my Daddy sat me down to have what he called “a big talk”. Mommy had just gotten me a nice dress for an upcoming social and though she frowned upon it I insisted I had to wear it. I pranced around the house skipping and singing showing anyone who would watch my newest prize.
Daddy was on the sofa reading, glasses on his nose, when he called me over. Happily I jumped up on his lap eagerly showing him my new outfit hoping for his approval. He held me close and then a smile crept over his face. Since we were alone for the day this was the perfect opportunity to give me “a big girl talk.” I was excited. I hated always being called a little girl while my older sisters were called women or young ladies. First Daddy explained that our discussion was strictly confidential, our own little secret and that I was to tell no one. Once I had agreed he began to explain to me that real women possessed certain skills one of which was taking care of a man. This really didn’t surprise me, Mommy cooked, cleaned and helped Daddy any way she could and us daughters were expected to follow suit. When I told Daddy this, he informed me I was about to learn another way to take care of a man. He began to fondle me running his hand inside my inner thigh and when I questioned him he simply told me this was how men loved women. I couldn’t disappoint my Daddy whom I loved more than any other man in the universe. He had me take off my new dress and hang it somewhere safe and he too took off his shirt. Now came the first lesson. Daddy had me kneel in front of him. Once I assumed the position Daddy pointed out a figure sticking out in his pants. He explained that his penis was getting hard and needed to be taken care of. “How do I take care of your penis Daddy?” I asked innocently. He took my hand and ran it against his pants and I felt his penis hard like wood through the fabric as he helped me run my hand up and down his organ. “The penis Trudy, is also called a cock or a dick, or even a prick depending on whom you ask but they are all the same thing. Now help Daddy get his pants off so he can free his cock from its prison.” I pulled down his pants and boxers and to my amazement Daddy’s cock sprang out and nearly slapped me in the face. It was huge and thick and he looked excited. He guided my hands back onto his prick and I began to rub it up and down as Daddy moaned. Moaning Daddy explained meant he was pleased so I tried my hardest to make him moan louder. Daddy gave me tips on how to squeeze his cock just right and rub it up and down. He also had me run his balls through my hands and as I did I discovered his shaft. Being silly I decided to tickle his shaft and he groaned and moaned louder than ever. I was really getting the motion of rubbing my Daddy’s cock down and as I stroked him sticky fluid oozed out in pellets. Daddy’s pre-cum oozed onto my hand and he encouraged me to taste it. Though sticky and salty at first I found on second taste that I liked the smell and taste so I made it my goal to get more to cum out. Daddy told me that if I wanted that to happen I could suck his cock like a lollypop which sounded like a damn fine idea to me; after all I love a good lollypop. With his instruction I licked the head and tip of his prick and tasted more semen from his piss slit. Daddy encouraged me to suck his dick and I held it in my hands and took it in my mouth. I had no idea how big or thick Daddy really was. One bit in and he nearly engulfed me as my cheeks puffed and my mouth widened. Daddy helped ease the shock and slowly I sucked his cock twisting it with my hands. I found the deeper down I went the more cock I could swallow and the harder Daddy got. I also discovered that if I varied my speed Daddy moaned more so I’d take his cock in fast and deep and then retreat going slowly and swirling my tongue around. I sucked Daddy’s cock awhile varying pace and amount and all the while he just smiled moaning his love for me. His cock pulsed but nothing happened and now he signaled for me to stop. I was drooling a mix of spit salvia and cum and Daddy’s cock was dripping wet. Next Daddy explained he needed to prepare me for (cherry) peach picking and he had me lie down and spread my legs wide. Again Daddy massaged my inner thighs with his strong hands and he told me my peach “was ripe for picking.” Not only that but he was going to give me a feeling and sensation I had never had before. He slid a finger to my peach and gently rubbed it up and down opening my lips as he did so. Normally he’d slide a finger in but my peach still had a cherry and there was only one way to properly pop that, but in the meantime he could prepare me. He leaned down and slid his tongue right in my peach slit. I moaned it was unlike anything I knew, it felt really good. Faster and deeper he dug his tongue in as I moaned wildly. This didn’t stop him, rather he seemed encouraged. He found a tiny piece of my peach and sucked it as if he hoped nectar would emerge and before I could stop myself I felt a sensation, a contraction and OH MY GOD! I was pissing on Daddy. As the liquid shot out Daddy didn’t flinch, move, or even seem surprised. I had just had my first orgasm which meant I was ready to become a woman.
Daddy explained that to become a woman he needed to insert his cock in my peach and later in my ass. I was scared. How was such a big thing supposed to fit in such a tiny hole? Daddy warned me I’d feel some pain as I adjusted but that I’d adjust and feel like I did when he ate my peach. He laid me down and opened my legs and slowly slid his loving cock to my slit. He kissed me full on the lips and slowly slid (or tried anyway) inside me. I was tight and Daddy was having trouble. Finally on the fourth push I felt a sharp shot of pain and a pop! Daddy eased into me as tears mixed with pain and moans filled the room. He held me in his arms securely and slowly thrust his hips in to mine. His cock was in my peach and it hurt like hell. Finally after awhile, pain turned to pleasure and I felt my peach hug Daddy’s cock tight. He thrust deep and hard in to me varying speeds. He’d go fast for a few strokes and then slow down. As he fucked me hard and deep he slid a finger to my asshole and wiggled it. My ass was surely tighter than my peach but Daddy thought I could handle it so to prepare me he spread my cheeks and slid a finger in. The sensations of his cock in my peach distracted me from his finger in my ass. He kept thrusting hard and deep in my tight peach as I wrapped myself inwardly around his thick cock. It was long before this embrace had Daddy moaning and pulsing. He was cumming and that liquid I had so eagerly awaited as I sucked his cock was filling my sliced peach. He sat inside me draining the cum from his cock and then he pulled out. Sticky cum drooled from his cock and my peach was full to the brim. As a strand dangled I caught it with my tongue and swallowed it. Yummy! I had worn Daddy out and I sat happily in his arms.
My Panty Boy had stolen my new red lacy panties from Victoria’s Secret, and there were three pairs. I couldn’t believe it. They were brand new I hadn’t even worn them yet and what’s more that was $30 worth of stuff he stole. I confronted him straight away. “Look you damn thief I know you stole my panties and you can just hand them back, besides the joke is on you, you nasty pervert, I hadn’t even worn them yet.” He tried to deny this but I have seen enough of my panties disappear thanks to my Hamper Bandit. “Ms Ava I didn’t take them” he said weakly but his bulge and tone gave him away. Stealing my panties was his ultimate high, the ultimate game of cat and mouse. I knew he had them and I had a sneaking suspicion he had a pair on as were talking. “You’re wearing a pair aren’t you? You dirty boy. Don’t worry I know you have them. Meet me at my house in ten minutes, don’t be late.” With that I turned on my heel and left.
Ten minutes later my thief was ringing my door bell, and I walked downstairs to let him in. In our time apart I had changed from jeans and a t-shirt to a low top exposing my huge tits and tight short shorts with flip-flops. He just stared in amazement but I grabbed my purse and shoved him outside. “I hope you brought your wallet and all the stuff you need to go shopping.” He looked perplexed but I pulled out my keys and got into the car. “Put these on” I told him handing him an old pair of my panties and tying them around his eyes and mouth so he had to inhale their smell the entire car ride. Now with him blindfolded I cranked the car and drove without a word. We arrived at our destination and I parked and got my Hamper Bandit out panties still tied around his face. Holding his arm since he couldn’t see I led him inside looked at a map and headed for our final destination. As we walked people just stared open mouthed. Some pointed in horror, others laughed, and a few looked disgusted. We arrived and I took off his blindfolds. There we were my panty boy and I standing in front of the Victoria’s Secret store, the pink letters lighting up the area as the models and manikins posed in the latest products. “Time to go shopping” I announced happily, and without a care I marched right in the store holding my panty-boy’s arm to ensure he didn’t flee. A confused sales associate greeted us and I told her exactly the reason for our visit. “This “guy” here likes to steal my panties so I figured he’d like to buy some of his own. Mind if we browse around? She nodded repressing a smirk and I wasted no time taking him right to the panties section after I grabbed a basket. Browsing around I saw exactly what I wanted, there was a new line of panties that I knew would be so comfortable so I grabbed six different colors and threw them in the cart. Continuing to browse, I looked at my thief…”So what do you like? I know you have a few favorites tell me what do you like?” He pointed at a pink pair of Angel Panties and I got a pair off the shelf along with a pair of lace panties I knew he’d like. “Go try these two on, see how they fit.” With that we walked to the dressing rooms and even though we couldn’t go in together I waited outside the door. “When you’re done I want to see you” I called. Seconds later he appeared holding the door open a crack as he modeled the pink attire first. “Come on out I want to see how they look.” He steeped out in shame and sure enough there he was bulge and all in his pink panties. “What do you think?” I said turning to the girl at the counter. It was all she could do not to laugh and playing along she said “he looks like quite the woman” and unable to contain herself any longer she burst out laughing hysterically. He went back in humiliated and modeled the other pair and satisfied I took our clothes to the cashier. She rang it up and looked at me. “Cough up panty-boy you’re the one who enjoys stealing my panties
I always have a 4thof July party at my house and invite all my neighbors. There are always great fireworks (smiles) and this year was no exception. I had just finished getting food from the kitchen and then retreated back to my bedroom before greeting my guests. As I walked in the room it was obvious something was missing. Pictures were askew and a few of my drawers were open. I immediately looked around fearing a burglary. None of my jewelry or collectable records were missing. Even my secret cash stash was unharmed, though as I checked the drawer I realized the thief had stolen my panties. Aghast I shut my drawers, fixed my pictures and shut my bedroom door making sure I locked it on my way out.
I walked outside and surveyed the guests. Some were drinking beer, others were socializing about the days events and some were throwing a football. Next thing I knew the football was at my feet thanks to an errant throw. I stood and waited for someone to retrieve it. Matt came in a hurry very apologetic, as he bent down his jeans sank just a bit and I saw a strand of bright pink. The horny bastard was wearing my panties!
Thinking quickly said “Matt can you help me get something from the kitchen?” He threw the ball back and we walked inside. I grabbed his arm and pulled him into my spare bedroom closing the door. “What’s going on?” he asked perplexed. “Don’t play dumb” I say as my eyes drift to his waist. “Matt I believe you took something of mine and I would like it back.” He looked confused but I wasn’t convinced. “Take off your shorts then if you have nothing to hide. He hesitated and walked back to the door but I stopped him yanking down his pants. He just blushed and I smiled. “You’re a panty boy eh Matt?” He looked highly embarrassed but I saw it as an opportunity. I told him to stay put while I got my camera and an extra set of panties and a bra. I walked back in and ordered him to undress which he did. I tied another pair of panties around his head and put a bra on him. “Now smile for the Camera”
From a wonderful wonderful sweet man…smiles warmly.
It seemed like a safe place, the chat room at TheKlassyKat.com, and i felt welcomed there when i met Miss Rosanna. Little did i know how much that feeling of safety would come to be a craving i could never satisfy.
You see, Miss Rosanna has found Her way inside me and gently exposed me for the weak, needy girl i am. I’m married, though, and i try to resist Her. It’s no use. She has in a warm, pink state of teasing and denial where i can release only on Her say-so.
At Her direction, i pleasure my wife, but am not permitted to cum for my wife. i may cum only for Miss Rosanna at a time and place of Her choosing. She says its the right thing to do, that i was brought to Her to be her devoted girl. She says it would be immoral not to surrender everything to Her, to be Hers and Hers alone, to give Her the power over my marriage.
i have surrendered a lot of personal contact information to Miss Rosanna. i willingly gave Her my home and work phone numbers, and my cell number. i’ve also willingly surrendered to Her the phone numbers of my wife and mother. In this way, i show Her how much I need and belong to Her.
i’ve also surrendered to Her the phone numbers and e-mail addresses of people i work with. She reminds me gently that I’ve given Her that information to help remind me how weak i am and how much i need Her.
She has me in the mindset of a baby girl how needs Her desperately for guidance, and i drink milk here at home and think of it as Her milk. It nourishes me and gives me the strength to surrender more deeply to Her, to dress in panties, a slip and hose at Her warm, caring bidding. She teaches me to give myself to Her without question, and coaxes the deepest surrender from me. She pushes me gently to surrender more, making it progressively more difficult to even conceive of resistance.
She has made it clear to me that nothing is to come between us, and i cannot for the life of me seem to resist Her. By denying me release, She has taken control and made me Her willing baby girl. i can no longer find a reason to resist Her, and know She means it when She says i am Hers for evermore.
A special note to me from a wonderful man:
I had no idea what I was getting into when I first encountered Rosanna in the chatroom. She was very warm and encouraging, and I quickly learned to feel comfortable with her and to let my guard down.
But something quite interesting happened along the way. As her words and her voice stilled my busy mind, I discovered that she was planting seeds inside my mind. Seeds that with repeated contact with her began to grow and caress my will. Each time I thought of her, it was like her will was gently taking over. It was as if I had allowed someone inside me who knew what I wanted and needed, and she was going to make certain I got it.
At some point, I flashed this mental image of her will like vines, delicate tendrils that began to wrap themselves around my wrists and ankles as her voice echoed inside my head, telling me again and again that I belonged to her. She kept saying how proud she was of me for letting go and surrendering to her.
And then I had this fleeting mental image of her holding my face in her warm, soft hands as she stood over me, and as others watched, she kissed my forehead the way a woman would kiss the forehead of a treasured child.
She asked me how it made me feel to think such things. I admitted that it made me blush. “Of course it did,” she told me. “I wanted it to.”
She continued to peel back the layers of my psyche as the soft, tender vines continued to caress and bind my wrists and ankles. I knew I should have resisted the vines, but they were so soft and seemed so harmless. “What could possibly happen?” I asked myself.
I soon discovered what could happen. “You’re letting me in,” she said softly in a voice that only a caring, controlling woman could use when she is hungry to devour a mind … and a soul. But she’s so pretty, isn’t she? So caring. I felt the vines slowly pull back on my wrists and ankles. Still, no desire to resist. Just the sight of her eyes sucking me in so gently, and the rest of the world seemed to be fading away to irrelevance. So warm and so affectionate, she kept up the caring assault on my resistance. “So pretty when you blush,” she said. My breathing slowed to almost nothing as I grew enraptured in her gaze, her warm brown eyes draining me of any shred of resistance I might have offered her.
I’m fairly certain of what happened next, but I’d become pretty dazed. “So proud of you,” she said again, holding my face again in her one hand as the other brought out a soft pink collar. “Pretty pets deserve pretty things,” she said, caressing my cheek with the collar. I tried to speak to say I didn’t dare wear such a thing because what would people say?
“Hush baby,” she said, shaking her head, pressing a finger to my lips. “Shhhhhhhhhhhh. Pretty baby hush.” I was in such a fog by then that the collar went on with no struggle from me. She was psychologically drugging me and I no longer had the will to resist her. And she led me to see that others could see, led me to see that I was naturally hers, led me to understand that it was only natural for her to control me and for me to give myself to her without reservation.
And I do believe I am forever changed, forever hers as she drives deeper and deeper inside, the milk of her mind nourishing and growing my need to surrender. So cherished by her, and so bereft of any reason to struggle any longer, I blossom under her care and become eternally her possession.
What the…Oh my god!
What are you doing in my bedroom? And what are you doing in my bra and panties?
I can’t believe this-you’re a fucking pervert! Wait until Tom finds out that I caught his friendly neighbor prancing around in his wife’s panties and bra! And when I tell Pam why her mother is throwing out her clothes, I think that she’ll want to share this story with all our neighbors. Won’t that be fun? And you know what-I think I’m going to call the cops.You can explain it to them you sick bastard! You’ll look so pretty in court I’m sure someone will bail you out!
You don’t want me to do that? You like to keep this OUR little secret? Well it’s a little late for that now. I’m never going to be able to forget this!
You fucked up and now you have to pay for it!
You’ll do anything I say-well I can’t think of anything you could do to at this point to make up for what you did. You should have thought about that before you broke in here and went through my lingerie. You need to be taught a lesson and I think that the police can teach it to you.
Stop whining! You don’t understand. You don’t know what its like to be a girl. Its not all fun and games you know, it takes more than that. You just don’t understand.
Hmmmm…
You know what; maybe there IS something you can do.
I think that you need to learn what being a girl is all about.
I have my weekly appointment at the salon today and you can take my place. You can wear my new red dress and shoes that I see you’ve already tried on and they can help you with your hair-I think a perm would be nice; you have such beautiful curly hair. And a complete make over, manicure and pedicure. And while your there they might as well pierce your ears. Then we can go shopping at the mall. Well, how does that sound? Doesn’t that sound like fun! Because it’s either that or everyone in this town will know that your dirty little secret.
Take your time; you have 10 seconds to decide…………..
That’s a good girl-I think you’ve made the right choice. This can just be our little secret now, and of course the girls at the salon, and the people at the mall.
Having second thoughts? You don’t want to get your hair and makeup done and go shopping with me? Try on some pretty dresses? No?
I thought we discussed that already. You can either be a queen for a day or for life, its up to you. I’ll bet that a few stares and giggles are better than everyone in this town, everyone at school and work and everywhere you go from now on making fun of you for wanting to be a pretty little girl, And you do want to be a girl don’t you honey? DON’T YOU?
Yes, I thought so. So we’re clear now right? You’re going to do everything I tell you do without a problem today is that right?
” Yes Morgan-please make me pretty and take me shopping”
Go ahead, say it again” Yes Jane, please make me pretty and take me shopping”.
That’s a good girl. Once you’re all prettied up and trying on dresses with me you can be the girl you’ve always wanted to be and you’ll understand everything!
OK-go ahead and take a shower and I’ll get your things ready. Here, you can put on these panties when you’re done. Go ahead-don’t even think about changing your mind now!
Oh you look so cute in pink! Are you starting to feel feminine yet? No, well don’t worry I’m sure you will soon.
Now here’s a matching bra, padded of course. Here let me help you put it on. Now let me see-very very nice. You’re going to be sooo sexy.
Here’s a pair of pantyhose-put them on carefully so your ugly toenails don’t tear them. The girls will take care of that later though, and you’ll have to take them off again,but for now we want you to be as pretty as we can.
I see you chose my brand new dress to try on-you know I never even wore it? That’s alright it’s yours now; you can buy me a new one when we go shopping. We’ll buy you all sorts of pretty things later.
Are you looking forward to it? ARE YOU?
“Yes Jane-I can’t wait to go shopping with you and buy all new clothes.”
SAY IT!
“Yes Jane-I can’t wait to go shopping with you and buy all new clothes.”
That’s a good girl. You’re going to have to work on that voice though. I’ll have the girls at the salon help you while you’re there.
Isn’t this dress just perfect! It’s so sheer . Your bra and panties will show right through. You’re going to be gorgeous!
And you found my new shoes that I’ve never worn either, go ahead, put them on.
I can’t believe how good they look on you; well they’re yours too now. They have a fantastic shoe department there-you’ll see. You can get buy me new ones and also get some practice with higher heels.
Now walk for me. Let me take a look at you. Slower, come on, you know you’ve walked in heels before. And move your arms a little–here watch me.
Now walk across the room like that-make a little turn, that’s good, now pose. Put your hands on your hips and give me your best feminine smile.
I love it!!! This is going to be so much fun-don’t you think? Yes? Say it like a lady-“Yes Jane-this is going to be so much fun.”
That’s better.
OK, now let me find you a purse and we can go. Would you rather have a shoulder bag or a cute little purse? I’ll show you what I have and you can choose.
You like the shoulder bag? Good choice! That’s what I would have chosen. See-you’re thinking like a girl already.
You know, I have a necklace that I was planning on wearing with that outfit and I’ll be happy to lend it to you just for today. Here-let’s see how this looks.
Perfect! I can’t wait until your hair and makeup are finished.
Alright, I think you’re ready for the salon!
Are you excited about your first trip to the beauty salon? I know I am. I’ve always loved going there and I think you will too once I introduce you to my all my friends and tell them why we’re there.
What am I going to tell them? Ah, that’s so cute-your shy aren’t you? Your not worried about anything are you? Because they’re just going to help you. I’m going to tell them how you broke into my house, tried on my clothes, and begged me to help make you into a beautiful girl. That is what happened right? I mean look at you. You have on my panties and bra, pantyhose, dress and high heels. Do you think for a second that they won’t believe me?
Well?
OK then-so when we get there you are going to agree with everything I say and ask them if they can PLEASE help you with your hair, makeup and nails right?
RIGHT Michelle?
That’s better.Oh look there’s the shop now, and it’s so crowded. But don’t worry sweetie, you’ll be the most popular person in there I assure you.
Are you ready? Now straighten your dress, don’t forget your purse, and just stand there and look pretty for me for a minute.
I can’t resist- I have to take a few pictures.
DON’T GIVE ME ANY CRAP! It’s much too late to get out of this now and you know it. You have absolutely no more choice about anything. You’ll do what I say and like it BITCH! That’s right-you’re my little bitch now and you’re going to talk like one, walk like one, look like one, and act like one. You’re a stupid little bitch in a dress and you’re going inside with me now and you’re going to like it-do you understand?
DO YOU UNDERSTAND?
You’re mine now to do whatever I want with. Anything and everything, and don’t forget it! You’re going to remember this day for a long, long time.
Now let’s go in and remember – act like a lady.
Hi ladies-I want you to meet someone. Everyone this is Michelle! Say hi Michelle.
We will have to work on that voice.
Michelle is my neighbor and guess where I found her today. In my bedroom trying on my lingerie! That’s right-she broke in and went through my drawers and closet and all my personal things. I was furious at first and was going to call the police, but when Michelle broke down and told me she has always wanted to be a girl I had to stop and think.
She even begged me not to tell anyone and help her become the feminine little thing she’s always dreamed of. So I thought about my appointment today and well, here we are.
What do you think girls? Can you help make her beautiful?
Yes she does have pretty legs-she on the swim team and shaves all her body hair. Isn’t that convenient? We were thinking about a perm-she has such pretty curly hair.
You agree? Great then we can start there.
Why don’t you have a seat in Donna’s chair Michelle? There now, let’s have a look at you.
Ah, she’s blushing-Michelle is kind of shy- we’ll have to work on that.
Now as for her make up, I think she should look as feminine as possible, maybe even a little slutty.
Don’t you think Michelle? You are a naughty little slut aren’t you?
This will be the perfect pay back for breaking into my house.
She’s all yours girls. Do whatever you have to do to make her pretty!
Her eyebrows will have to be waxed of course, and she wants to have her ears pierced. Oh and Sara, you do such lovely nails that I think we just have to give Michelle a manicure and pedicure, don’t you agree? Something in a deep red to match her dress. And I guess her lipstick should be that color too. Does anyone have any other ideas?
You think that she should take her dress off until you’re finished so it won’t get ruined?
I think that’s a GREAT idea!!!
She’s wearing such pretty panties and bra today too!
You don’t mind do you Michelle?
I didn’t think so.
Alright-I have some things to do so she’s all yours girls. How long do you think this make over will take?
Three hours- Really?
OK, that’s fine -you just take your time and do it right. And by the way, she needs some help sounding a little more girly so maybe you can help her with that.
See you later Michelle. Have fun and remember to act like a lady!
I’ll be back for our shopping trip and then we can go to that new biker bar on the way home.
I’m sure you’ll get lucky there,I know all the guys will!
Life is good isn’t it sweetheart?
