He rubbed from his chest, smoothing the dress down to his legs. He could feel the lingerie under the dress and he couldn't stop touching himself. When...he walked to the mirror in the bathroom he could feel the dress shift around him and the bottom hem danced around his pantyhose-covered legs. It felt so wonderful. From his neck down, he saw such a beautiful sight. He'd have never thought to wear a dress like that one. He knew he couldn't leave the house like that but he could surely wear that. Hands and lips were moving over my arse and down to my pussy. I automatically spread my legs wider and that in its self gave me a thrill because of the whip in my arsehole. All of a sudden Freddie latched onto my clit; I screamed behind the gag, he was relentless, sucking hard on the little bud of excitement and licking my cunt for all he was worth. I was near to cumming, my breathing erratic as he sucked and blew on my clit. I was teetering on the edge when he finished his onslaught and stood. .. you are just the kind of freak... ughhh shit... fucking cumming!" I felt a light spray hit my thighs as I realized that she squirted for the first time with me, then passed out. I picked her up and carried her back to the car as Sharon popped out of the vehicle."What happened to her?" she cried."She came really hard and actually squirted a little on me, then passed out. I guess the whole, doing it in a graveyard, pushed her over the edge." Did you say she squirted? She's never done that. . if not years.”“They were succubi,” I said slowly, “but that might be a bit difficult to explain in your reports.” I nodded toward the open room on the other side of the bed and added, “but nowhere near as difficult as that.”The officer didn’t seem to understand, so I pointed to the museum display and the mannequins who were beginning to move. One of them looked at the policeman and asked, “Where am I?”“When are you is a better question,” I said. The costumed women were now gathering together.