--- Friday night was chilly and Daisy felt herself shivering as she stood in the driveway. Following Peter's instructions, she was wearing even less t...an usual tonight. Just the white dress, ornamented with two wide gold bracelets, several strings of pearls, and white high heel shoes. Peter had done most of his design work underneath the dress. She wore two pair of nipple clamps, her nipple stretched painfully forward to accommodate both; a thick, flared dildo deep in her ass, another in her. We were making love with our hands, with our eyes, with our minds. And still, not a word was spoken… I could tell by the way she moved that although uncertain exactly where, she wanted me to thrust my thickened cock inside her. She slid her body up and down against me. I could feel the openings each time she paused; her body quivered, as did mine. She turned slowly around, and began to lower her body, sitting on the couch. She pulled my cock out of my underwear, barely, stroked it very. I checked my hair and makeup and dressed carefully. Nothing was amiss. Mrs. Teasley had breakfast ready when I went downstairs. Southern hospitality is delicious—strips of crisply fried bacon that weren’t burnt, basted eggs that had perfectly solid whites and runny yolks, grits with a big pat of butter melting in the middle. Mrs. Teasley suggested that I try them with a little salt and pepper or break my egg yolk and sop it up with the grits. Maybe the best thing was the fresh-baked bread that. They had missed lunch and stomachs were speaking loudly. “If you young folks can set the table, I’ll organize chilidogs and slaw,” Daniel proposed.Pete and the two women worked on setting the table, chopping onions, fetching condiments, and popping caps off a local brewery’s hefeweizen beer. They ate in a pregnant silence.Replete, the four reassembled in the parlor. This time, Pete sat alone facing the others perched on the soft leather sofa facing him.“If I understand you,” Pete started to.