Mo - you need validation

When I got home, I opened up the contents of the bag and put them on the table: a skimpy thong and a receipt with Mo’s number on written on in pen, like he promised.

Desperately needing to continue flirting with him, I decide to text him.

Alex: Hey... it’s the girl from the boutique.

Mo: Well hey there beautiful. I’m Mo, what’s your name?

A: Alex.

M: Nice to have met you Alex. Have you tried on your present yet?

A: No, not yet...

M: Don’t you know that’s rude? Try it on now.

I pause, with a sinking feeling in my stomach. I already feel like I’m in debt to Mo - that can’t be good. Regardless, I put on the thong. It feels incredible - it compresses my small cock until its barely there, and the string rubbing against my asshole makes me feel incredibly horny. I check myself out in the mirror: oh my god, it frames my ass perfectly. I genuinely look like a lingerie model from behind - the thong is sleek, and pulls up my cheeks slightly so that my bum is big and perky.

A: It’s on...

M: Good girl. How do you like it?

A: I like it a lot. It makes me feel really sexy.

M: Show me.

A: I barely know you...

M: You got daddy all worked up earlier. Show me that thong on you.

M: Now.