What the hell had happened? She needed clothes. On the floor across the room in a wad she saw the blue dress. She couldn't be naked when the others wo...e up."Hi, Sandy," said Stan groggily, "I just can't do it anymore. I'm sorry but three times, especially after drinking so much, was my limit. I felt terrible when you wanted more early this morning and I couldn't deliver. Forgive me?" Huh? Uh, sure. Oh shit-t-t." Sandy buried her face in the blanket."You guys awake?" came Bob's voice. "I hope. It then would be just a simple matter of placing Sandra in a trance and ask her all the questions I wanted without any danger of being disturbed by mother.So as to execute my plan I decided that it would be safer if I was to place Sandra in a trance first, and then go to mother's room and take care of her.Sandra was in the living room, I went behind her and I said her key word. She immediately froze on the spot, and I made her sit on a chair around the kitchen table.Next, I went upstairs to. "Grandma put the slip over my arms and gently slid it over my head. Fromthere it lightly fell almost to the floor. It was obviously big on mylittle frame but you could still see my nylon encased feet peeking outfrom underneath. The silky slip felt magical as it slid over top of thepantyhose. My heart was still racing and I felt like such a sissy now."Wow grandma! I really like it a lot. I feel like a girl for sure now!"Grandmother smiled in approval and put her hand to her mouth and began tocry. Seeing his actions, Clara answered warily, "Yyyeess... I .. uh... overslept." Aw well we wouldn't want Mr. Smith to find out... I won't say anything..." Oh! Well thank -" .. for a price."Clara's eyes widened, remembering her thorough fucking on the laundry room table.Only slightly begrudgingly, she followed John from the kitchen to the barn. King was laying in the straw and raised his head when the couple entered.Sitting on a wooden stool, John told Clara to strip. Looking at the ground, she.