Their tightly clad bodies twisted and writhed as their considerable assets strained against the confines of their tight dresses that had been carefull... selected for any number of reasons other than practicality for catfighting!Their struggle was punctuated by stinging slaps to both of their faces and equally occasional but harder punches thrown to vulnerable chests and soft stomachs. As they were fighting in such close quarters, however, none of the blows thrown by either were hard enough to. They fitted snugly and felt wonderful. "I'm wearing them," Icalled to Fiona who came quickly back to the bedroom. "Forgive me forbeing crude but I thought you would have a raging hard on." "I'm notoffended but I'm diabetic and from time to time I do find it difficultto get an erection." "I'm so sorry." Thank you I said."What would you say if I suggested you dress completely as a woman. Icould makeup your face and there is a number a wigs you could wear,"said Fiona. She sensed my hesitation and. I told myself that it was okay. Raoul liked to fool around withreal girls but he loved me. Because I was special. That didn't keepRaoul from continuing my training in submission and humiliation. Yesterday, he decided that I was getting to big for my britches. Heleft me at the dollar discount mall - everything is really cheap there -with a shopping list. The girdle was a size too small but I got intoit. So was the bra, which was also heavily wired. It was hard to finda dress. Nothing. Jackie climbs back onto the bench top, swinging her leg over me; she kneels directly above my twitching hard-on. Ten leaning forward, she puts her hands either side of my chest for support and lowers her soft wet pussy lips onto the bell end of my cock before slowly sliding her wet cunt down my shaft."How’s that?" she whispers as I hear the cameras clicking all around me. "Wonderful!" I reply breathlessly. She begins to carefully, and slowly ride up and down my prick, pushing her pussy mound.