"So what are you looking for in a gown?" Stacy said with a sly littlesmile."Oh, any old gauzy pale green chiffon dress with a bias cut hem that Imay o... may not have worn to a spectacular New Year's Eve party in thepast." I think I have just the thing!" Stacy pulled out the dress. It was evenmore beautiful than she remembered. "But I think you're going to need alittle help in the waist department to get this on - remember we had youin a corset the last time you wore it. So off into this little. Its OK, though. I wouldn't have accepted your kind offer to dance if my husband minded. You see, he's not much of a dancer and I just love to dance."I was disappointed that Paula was married but not surprised. Beauties like her get snapped up. Gosh, beauty and such a nice lady. As we continued our dance I said, "I certainly appreciate you allowing me the pleasure of dancing with you. You dance very well."Paula smiled and said, "Thank you, Bill. You're pretty good yourself." So where is your. It had seemed so simple at first. Alex was slowly but successfully weaning them of their drug addiction and both of them had come to love him with overpowering intensity.Until... she looked at herself in the mirror as she stripped her clothes off, noting the tiny wrinkles around her eyes, the almost unnoticeable scars on her body. Everything had been all right until the two of them no longer needed the belt or the lighted cigarettes to live from day to day.She remembered the terrible shock on. I didn't have to.She slipped off her work skirt leaving her in sheer pale tights but no knickers, oddly. She grabbed her dildo, which was now buzzing uselessly on the duvet, waving it at me with a mixture of anger and tease. Before I could protest, she pushed me back down on the bed and picked up her panties, which I had been about to use for my own purposes, and straddled my chest."So you want to know about my private pleasure do you?" she taunted.I knew Sophie got really frustrated at work.