1. Trust


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

    palest pastel pink, with scalloping and lace. I thought about Serbian atrocities, tucked, and started to pull them on. Then I had to stop again. I think more Muslims got killed in my imagination, trying to kill a simple reflex, than have died to date in Bosnia. It was hard, which made things difficult. So to speak. My skirt no longer fit quite properly, either, I discovered. It was loose in the waist. And I was more trembly than ever. We went to find a dress, next. That was embarrassing. The saleslady, an older, matronly woman, approached as I was trying to act ladylike and experienced, and asked, &#034Well, what can I do for you... ladies?&#034 With just the slightest pause. &#034Is there something I can show you?&#034 Nancy giggled, and gushed, &#034Oh, you figured us out! My boyfriend lost a bet, so he has to be the wife for a week, and I told him that means he has to look pretty.&#034 I was gaping. Nancy *never* gushed, or acted quite this silly. &#034Anyway,&#034 she prattled, brushing down the back of my skirt, &#034I don't want to keep loaning him my clothes for a whole *week,* and anyway, they don't fit! See?&#034 She tugged at my skirt, and I yelped and grabbed. Another giggle. &#034I just think it's too bad it's only a week, though,&#034 she finished, turning a wide-eyed stare on the saleslady. &#034He makes an awfully pretty girl, don't you think?&#034 She gave me a sympathetic look. I finally reacted. I blushed and looked away. &#034Girl,&#034 the saleslady said, ...
    a bit severely, &#034you're going to lose him if you keep embarrassing him like this. Your bet didn't include anything outside the house, now did it? And you've dragged him down here to try on dresses, just because you're too selfish to let him borrow yours.&#034 &#034But I'm buying them!&#034 Nancy protested, in a good simulation of defensive hurt. She winked at me with the eye that was turned away from the saleslady. &#034Besides, he *did* promise to look pretty, and he has to take me to dinner one night.&#034 She pouted, and added, &#034If *I'd* lost, he'd be making me wear skirts up to *here!&#034* And she put a hand a couple inches above her groin. The saleslady frowned at me. &#034Well, then. I suppose he wanted you to go to dinner with him, dressed like a tramp?&#034 Again the wide-eyed nod, and now the saleslady chuckled. &#034All right, then, scamp, you're getting what you deserve, aren't you?&#034 I picked up the cue, and smiled wanly. &#034Not *that* high,&#034 I protested, in a very low voice. &#034Just a miniskirt. Black leather, you know? She'd look really good.&#034 The saleslady knew how to chuckle, too, though it was deeper than Nancy's sexy throatiness. &#034Well, you find something to make him pretty, and I'll make sure no one comes in the dressing room. This is a good morning for shopping, as a matter of fact.&#034 &#034Why did you do that?&#034 I whispered fiercely, a few moments later in the dressing room. She chuckled, glanced toward the curtain, then ...
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