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Trust
Date: 7/17/2015, Categories: BDSM, Shemales, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
back, a bit later, dressed in a style more typically her: indian print skirt and soft blouse. She distracted me quite nicely by having me take her hair down, put it up again, and take it down. I was unpinning it the second time when the doorbell rang. "Do you want to get that, or should I?" she asked, mirthfully, and at my stricken look, chuckled and kissed me on the cheek. We went to the kitchen, and she got out a pair of plates and forks. I sighed. I like to *munch* pizza. She always ate hers that way, neatly. I looked down at my dress, then, and grinned wryly. But after a couple of pieces, I discovered that I wasn't hungry any more. "Don't you want any more?" she asked, noticing. I usually ate my half and part of hers. Two and a half pieces was definitely off my feed. I shook my head, shrugged. "Not hungry. Too much... too much has happened, maybe." "Well, clean your plate, at least." I gave her a disgusted and slightly resentful look, an 'I'm not a baby,' look. "Momma spank," she warned, teasingly. "Is that a promise?" I muttered, too soft for her to hear, and cut off another piece. Pizza's a rather unpleasant food, when you don't feel like eating. When I looked up a moment later, with a sour look, my jaws froze in mid bite. Her eyes were gleaming, speculatively. Maybe *not* too soft for her to hear. She let me finish before she said anything, though. "You *can't* ever have been spanked in a dress, Lee. Why is that in ...