I’m so sorry to have to tie you up. I’m not here to assault you or force myself on you or rob you.I’
I’m so sorry to have to tie you up. I’m not here to assault you or force myself on you or rob you. I’ve just seen you around the neighbourhood and have always loved the way you dress. I really just wanted to try on you’re pantyhose, stilettos, bras and some of your dresses….you know…just to know what it feels like… …you know just to know what it feels like to be you for a an hour or two. I thought you’d be home much later. I just feel so pretty and so sexy in these shiny anthracite pantyhose of yours, the girly little black pleated dress and these gorgeous back patent stiletto pumps. From the way your looking at me, I guess you think I look ridiculous and that I’m some kind of perverted little queer…don’t you? I don’t blame you. I don’t know why I have these urges to dress up in women’s clothes. I don’t suppose if I offered to serve, without pay, as your domestic maid for the next year or whatever, you could bring yourself to overlook this, could you? -- source link