Purnima was terrified but Suranyareassured her that she looked just like a normal woman and would justblend into the background. She was wearing a gre... woollen long sleevedtop, a chocolate brown skirt just beyond knee length, and calf high flatsoled black boots. Suranya had bought some modest B cup breast forms,which suited Purnima's desire to avoid unnecessary attention. Initiallyawkward in public, Purnima soon realised that her wife was right. She didget the odd second glance from a passing. "Come on out and ask it." OK, well let's just say that rumors do say that a certain girl has gotten her claws into West-Central's most eligible perpetual bachelor, a certain cute little red-headed girl perhaps."Tony started to laugh almost uncontrollably. The images the statement put in his head were absurd. "OK," he said when he could control his mirth, "I think that is essentially correct. But the image of Rebecca having actual claws like some of those wildcats at school is just too much.". When he was done, he put back the bodystocking, so my firm tied tits are sqeeuzed in.Then he made me lift 1 leg, and the otherone shorly after that.Now i know, he put me in a skirt.Slave, he said, follow me and put on a jacket.So i put on a jacket and follewed him out the door.Get in the car, he said.After he started the car, he ordered me to lift my skirt and pull the crotchrope.While pulling the rope i had to slap my cunt, until he told me to stop.After about half an hour he stopped the car. His cock was ready to explode and unable to stop he erupted a good shower of spunk at least three times. ‘I’m not far behind you she gasped. Ram everything up, there’s a good boy. Granny just loves being fisted’. With his hand right up her sloppy hairy cunt, she climaxed good and proper. After cleaning themselves up and resting, then drinking several cups of coffee Sylvia went and sat on the sofa. Seeing her open her fat wrinkled legs and showing off her now very wet cunt again made little boy.