I’m sure the dress will look great on you.”Cherie finished getting dressed and headed back to the dining area and kitchen. Her silver dress showed...off every curve and highlighted her small but tight ass. Leigh told her she’d put the entrée and breadsticks in a warming oven and the salad and dessert in the frig. She asked Cherie if she’d like to see the rest of the house. They walked back down the hall. Besides the dining area, kitchen, family room and bedroom/bath, there was a formal dining. Cubbings..." Do you really?" he bubbled with an almost childish excitement."You can knock off the fake speech impediment," she growled."Well," he looked furtively around the room, "can you keep a secret?" Yeah, I can keep a secret." She let the trench coat slip open a little further. One breast's round, red nipple was exposed."The truth of the matter is, I had a speech impediment like that. And it really was caused by a war injury, well, not an injury really. It was actually a case of shell. UP YOUR’S, BABY:The bull dyke picked up a studded collar and snapped it around Mona’s neck, hooked a dog leash to it, then jerked her bountifully bodied prize to her feet and led her over and stopped her in front of a small table.She had her pull her skirt up to her waist, fully exposing her garter belt and nylons and the wet molten gold panties.The demanding Jewish dyke stripped the exotic panties off of her leashed captive, made her sniff them and lick the inside of their wet crotch, then. .and probably didn't touch you for....what....six weeks before that...that's months ago, fuck Joyce...no wonder you were soaking wet...you must be gagging for cock. Come on now..be honest." Robbie went for the jugular. Her reaction now would be either to fly off the handle...storm out, never to be seen again...or....maybe..."Robbie..I'm ..I'm...not very good at this...I really didn't think you were so...so....forward. I'm having a tough time at the moment, and this isn't helping..I mean...last.