Unfortunately, I just don't have the figure for aprom dress." Secretly, deep down, he wanted to go to prom in a dress butcouldn't bring himself to say...that to her. "That's it!" Stacy exclaimedwith wide eyes and clear excitement in her voice. "You could wear adress! You do have the figure for it," she told him, "just unbind yourchest and the dresses will fit perfectly. Please, it would make me feelmore comfortable trying the dresses on if you was trying some on too."It was like a switch. After 10 min or so I checked on her and she was out cold. I picked her up and went into the hall, my friend got on the other side and helped carry her to the bedroom. We laid her on her back and he said she has a great body. I asked if he wanted to fuck her and he was game. He asked if she will be pissed and I wasn't sure. So while he stripped I moved her on the bed and I went down on her to get her ready. He ran his cock over her lips and worked the tip of his cock in her mouth while he played. She bore no weapons though - or maybe had she been stripped of them, as her arms were tied behind her back. Her boots of supple leather were high and worn out; boots of a poor traveller. She wore a ringmail skirt of foreign craft, and bore a modest golden tiara. Her breastplate caught the attention of the King more than any other piece of her armor. Not only because it was magnificent to look upon, shining as if it were embroidered with the very light of the Moon and the stars; not only because. She weaves a spell. “Naked, your legs tied apart, arms tied apart, so beautiful, luscious, and all those men, those hard men, wanting you…”“Hard…” I managed to stammer.She giggles. “Well, that, too, baby.”“Powerful warriors, almost boys, so longing, so needy, of YOU…”Her soft hand on my bare thigh, caressing. And then, I startle, because her other hand, on my back, is unsnapping my bra.“No,” and I try to jerk around. She is strong. Must have done potato hoeing or something. Actually, her arm.