On top were huge feather plumes. High arching tails of horsehair sprouted from their butt cracks. The irons under their hooves clattered on the floor ...s they pranced.Guiding them from behind, Angique appeared in a blood red corset. It supported her breasts, but left her nipples exposed. Her arms were wrapped in black latex gloves; latex tights disappeared in red thigh high platform boots. Her head was completely covered by a black leather mask. It had openings for eyes and mouth and a hole on. But Tim is the only man who makes me want to cream my panties. We are a perfectly matched couple, As I was saying we were way down on the beach for most of the day when we returned to our beach chairs. I threw on my wrap, it zippered up the front and covered me nicely. Tim slid on a polo shirt and tucked the chairs and the novels we didn’t read under his arms and we headed back to the bungalow. Once we entered the house we realized that we were not alone. Several large and horrible looking guns. Not even playfully. "The other thing is, you can't call me daddy tonight while we are out to dinner."He listened for the dramatic sigh this would elicit. On cue, her shoulders raised slightly with a sharp intake of breath, then lowered as she released it. "Yes Rick" She replied, to show him she understood what was expected. It always felt odd inside her head to call him by his given name.He stifled a grin. A little incorrigibility existed in her. Fortunately, only a little and he found it part. My two accomplices and I were all desperate for money and they came up with the idea. I knew it was wrong and I didn’t want to hurt anyone, but I didn’t have the will power to say no to them, and I didn’t think I’d get caught and be apart from Britney. My counselor helped me with my self esteem and also realize who my real friends were, so I don’t feel the need to give in to peer pressure anymore. I know that you, Britney, Kim, and my mom are the only people who matter. And I will treasure my.