"Both of them chuckled at my response and Helen motioned with her hand toa chair which I assumed was an instruction to take a seat. I sat down,smoothe... the dress I was wearing and waited to be told what was next. Iwas more than a bit concerned about the length of conversations the twohad been having about me and I was simultaneously worried that my wife,Heidi, might be waking soon and I wouldn't be there to serve her coffeeand breakfast, as she expects each morning. That could put her in a. I was biting every inch of her from neck to toe, & she had bite marks all over her.I pressed my dick into her mouth twice, gave her a boob fuck, and lot more before I headed towards her pussy. It was like an open treat for me, I could choose whatever I feel like. My rubbing & biting on her body has left several red patches, finally looking at my dick which has started to pain as it has been in erect for more than 2 hours now, moreover it wanted to enjoy the treat too.My tool was oozing fluid. .. "I bought them, with my own money,and I always wash my own clothes, so... " What name do you use then?" Pam...Pamela," I said, "why?" Regardless of whatever you might think, I always knew about yourdressing up, I just wasn't sure how you looked. Now I know." With asigh... "Your father doesn't know what to do about this, but he made itclear last night that he wants to talk to you about this, and I'mthinking that it would be better if you were to become Pamela for thattalk. That way he can see. “Oh yes, sir,” she replied brightly, her features appeared much more animated at the mention of Marcia la Mare. She removed her reading glasses and suddenly, in her excitement and enlivened countenance, she looked quite pretty. “She’s one of my favourites. Wait on sir, I believe she was on the cover of ‘Picturegoer Weekly’ about four or five months ago, I’ll see if I can find it.”She went into a back room and emerged less than a couple of minutes later with a magazine. And there on the front.