1. Trust


    Date: 7/17/2015, Categories: BDSM, Shemales, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    I glanced at her, shame-faced. &#034I, umm, threw everything away.&#034 &#034Hmm. I should have guessed. In the dumpster?&#034 I nodded. She gestured me inside, finished picking up clothes, and followed me. Good, then. At least she wouldn't make me crawl around in the trash and recover them. I started for the bedroom. Heard her breath catch. &#034Lee. What's that on the table?&#034 I gulped. &#034A needle. Umm, I can... can I explain later?&#034 &#034I *read* those stories, Lee,&#034 she said, looking at me. Gods, she was furious! &#034Do you have any more?&#034 I strangled on admitting, &#034In the bathroom.&#034 She went that way; I went into the bedroom. I wanted a minute or two alone, anyway. I heard her rummage around in the bathroom, then the sound of plastic breaking. Oh, well. I could probably get more. Then she was out the door, and I let myself think. Go through with this? That meant the dress, didn't it? Or was that rule suspended? Hey, wait a minute! This was an invitation! Ka-WHAM went my heart. I jerked to my feet, paced jerkily for a moment. She probably hadn't thought about that part. But it *was* an invitation, and if I didn't trust her some ways, still, I had an idea that when I pointed it out, she'd agree with me. I grabbed clothes. Hmm. Let her do what she liked. In fact, I could probably even appear in public dressed like Little Bo-Peep, once, and claim that it was a joke, or a bet, or something. *This* time, there was a reward. Yes, ma'am! She was ...
    coming in the front door when I came out of the bedroom. &#034What's in there?&#034 she asked, pointing at the bag under the table by the door. I laughed, and she looked at me, startled. &#034That's, umm, stuff ready to bring to your house,&#034 I replied, smiling. &#034Makeup, perfume, a nightie, stuff like that.&#034 I grinned. &#034I forgot about it,&#034 I confessed. &#034What brought on this remarkable change of mood?&#034 she asked me, picking up the bag to hand to me. &#034Not that I object,&#034 she added. I considered waiting, but then decided... she was fair-minded. &#034This counts as an invitation, doesn't it?&#034 She stared at me, a little blankly. &#034Is that all it takes to make you happy, Lee?&#034 She shook her head, then laughed herself. &#034Yes, it's an invitation. Do you have clothes for tomorrow? And are you bringing your car, or are you getting up earlier than usual so I can drive you somewhere?&#034 The glitter faded a bit when we got to her house. For one thing, she had a garbage bag in her trunk. When I asked, she grinned impishly, wrinkled her nose at me, and said that someone had thrown all these nice clothes away, so she was going to go through and see if anything was salvageable. I started to object that they were mine, but saw the trap early enough, and grumpily lugged it to her door. They were anybody's, once they were thrown away, of course. Then, as we approached the door, I began to get cold feet. I stopped just outside her door, looked at her. ...
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