Bitter_Moon Chaturbate - It is not the first time with two girls!

We have had a regular Girl Talk Chat when we were at work for the past seven years. Ever since I joined I have made regular use of Girl Talk. It gives me a head start on things as a sub and often allows me to obtain interesting information from people I would never normally be interested in chatting with. I had a pretty good time last weekend. Being a rather titillating conversation piece and being known online for it is a huge turn on for me. As you might expect, being a chatty, eye roll prone, stilted little bird with a netbook fully exposed to whatever flings the passerby was giving me at the time was having was a huge turn on for me. Some of the other ladies were beginning to become interested as well. At the same time, that turned me on. I was very horny and incredibly embarrassed. The whole idea of being a submissive was starting to seem a little ridiculous to me. I had never thought of myself as one and was never interested in either. Of course, it was a fantasy I had had while fantasizing about being one, but right from the get go I had been tickled and felt humiliated by the thought of myself as one. I did not know any girls like you and was not excited enough to get into the mindset of being one. Part of the reason I had not pursued this path was that I did not want to be embarrassed by my desires. I also did not know that it appealed to you. The fact that you are dressed as per the invitation letter was a huge turn on for me. I was dressed as per the invitation letter.

I had on a ankle, thigh, and stocking outfit. Nothing under it. My toy pants, shirt, and blouse were a shade of pink. There was a sparkle in the eye of the photo. Everyone looked at me, and the way the dresser drawer was placed indicated that it might come off. I was not embarrassed. People smiled as they saw my bush. My flat stomach and bushy eyebrows showed my excitement and shyness. People also looked at my breasts. My nipples were hard and prominent. People used the back of my neck to accentuate my shoulders and bushy eyebrows made it very obvious how far apart my neck flares were. The shirt was a light cotton emblazoned with a heart, and my blouse was open-neck and display in the front. I could feel the eyes of the people watching on me. If it were just my favorite clothes, people would be glancing at me more often. It was a warm, summer day. The air was so breathable.

And I could feel the heat of the sun on my cold, sun-damaged skin. The people of this town have a particular way of looking at me that gets most of the attention. I was one of many riding along the sidewalk that day. People passing by on their way to work, people biking past, people walking their dogs - they always stopped and stared. I heard a car pass the window. I made a sharp turn to avoid them. I was thinking of that day, of all days and by how much. When the car came to a stop, I was thinking of how I would tell this charming little girl her birthday was a crime. And of how I would show her the same oblivion and tenderness I show anyone else. I was almost there. I heard the engine start up. I loved the sound of it. The next thing I heard was the key in the lock. I climbed out of the car and went to the door. I looked at the pad of paper that lay on the seat of the car. It was neatly folded. Perfect..