The sort of thing only a very depraved fetish slut would wear. I was shaking in fear and excitment. I always liked the look the latex. I considered it...to be some of the most arousing clothing, at least on women... She obviously had read the part of my journal where I detailed my fantasy about being a sissy slut to some horny old man... I felt dizzy. I went over to the sink to splash my face with cold water; perhaps this was just some odd but very arousing dream. I didn't wake up ! I did,. She said it would put him to sleep for the night. Tracy gaveRalph a glass of lemonade with the sedative in it. Five minuteslater he was asleep in a chair. The two of them got him into bed.Then Jean injected the medicine into each of his breasts. It was alarge injection and they could see his breasts were sticking upafterwards. Both women laughed at the sight of him lying there. The next morning when he awoke he couldn't remember going to bed. His chest was sore but he didn't think much of it.. Linda said she liked it and thought they should keep it. Christina agreed and told Tracy to go back and put the other one on. This one was a dress, a very thin dress with buttons from top to bottom. Tracy knew that if the light hit her just right, she would look almost naked. But, she put it on and again went outside to find the girls. They were there waiting for her, but also had a sales girl with them.OK, Tracy, model your new dress for us. She turned around for them, but very slow. She was. At least she was over what Penelope had thought to herself as approaching suicidal."Well now," she said, "Henry's going to be home in three-quarters of an hour or so. What would you like to do? Wait and see him? Go home now or spend the night? You'd be very welcome." Oh no! That's a very kind offer but I really ought to get home. I'm sure that after a day's golf Henry won't want to make polite conversation." Fine but before I take you I want you to promise me something," she paused for effect..