I'm tired of dance'n with you, go. Abby didn't move, she waited until he looked fully at her then began opening the buttons on her dress. Bret sat b...ck and watched not saying anything. Tears welled in her eyes as she opened the last button. Put it here, Bret said patting his desktop. He noted the black lace bra and the matching panties, also the well shaped body that they encased. Damn he thought, damn good package under all that guff. Well, well, well, he said aloud, thigh high. Took me forever to finish that. You know why? Okay, so it was dull but every time I picked it up, every time I tried to understand the intricacies of the Deepwater fucking whatever disaster he'd be waggling his cock in my face and demanding lip service." "It's almost like my body is not my own. Like I'm some latex blow-up dolly, something hot warm and wet for him to masturbate into. It's got so I can't even go to sleep without him slamming it into me somewhere. And he isn't picky. Doesn't seem. She hadn't given any consideration at all to a garishly colored one, such as blue, pink, purple, or bone white. She'd chosen something that looked as lifelike as possible. Was that because she wanted the real thing so badly?The zings coursing through her loins distracted her. She didn't think about the irony of the situation. What she needed was within arm's reach. But the pressures of culture, society and upbringing prevented her from stepping across the arbitrary line of becoming a woman who. While everyone got into their cars, I walked back to the house.When we got to the door, I opened it, and just to be a shit, I asked them to please remove their shoes before coming in. Ms. Williams seemed to shrink in importance when she got off of her 4-inch heels and turned into a 5’ tall petty bureaucrat instead of a 5’4” one.When we got in I asked Det. Ogren to assign his men to a DFS person and instruct them to stick to them like glue.“I still suspect that they may be a bunch of pedophiles.