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Billy's slut training, as I called it, progressed quickly. And I liked it more and more. Soon he was cleaning the whole apartment wearing nothing but a tight pair of panties and sometimes some thigh high stockings. He wobbled unsuccessfully around in heels at times, which was quite a little show for me.
I made him tell me what a sissy whore he was, and on command he had to pull down his pants so I could check to see that he was in his panties.
Best of all, I sent him to the lingerie store to add to his collection, but didn't tell him that I knew the store clerk.
When Jennifer, a tall beautiful blonde rang him up at the counter, she added with a seductive smile, "I'm sure these will look wonderful, slut boy."
And I heard from her that he nearly died.
We giggled all night on the phone over that.
And the next day, I caught Billy again in my dirty clothes hamper.
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