No luck (or maybe lots of it?). Outof Debbie's closet came what I needed to dress up for the day. A freshpair of panties and training bra (Deb was s...xth grade, remember?), awhite party dress with little yellow and pink flowers and a pair ofanklets. Her shoes actually fit me, so I found myself learning how towalk in a pair of two inch heels. My hair was still short, but her momowned a mid-length wig for special occasions, since she wore her ownhair rather short-so I wore that. A pair of. He stared down at my face, eyes bulging, tears streaming, I know it was red and blotchy and I struggled and squirmed against him, my pussy clenching around his cock as my airflow was cut off. He pulled his hand away from my mouth and wrapped it around my throat. Bucking his hips in short hard pops he growled into my face, "now you're pretty little whore, now that's fucking pretty." I twisted and clawed at him, loud ringing in my ears and black spots dancing in front of my eyes and had the. "Do you like that?" she asked me once more.I opened my mouth and tried to speak, but I could not speak. I forcedmyself to calm down and steadied my breathing."Yes Mistress."Satisfied, my wife walked way. I didn't notice what she did with the key.But when she turned around, she was smiling gently."Pull you panties up. You look like a trollop."I reached down and gathered up my panties, pulling them up around mystocking clad legs and fitting them, up around my hips and bottom.Turning her back, she. In the entire time I have known Becky, she has always been so quiet and always seemed very shy. Now, I am seeing another side I never knew of her and it was fantastic. As I slide more of my cock into her, I started thrusting in and out of her. We stopped kissing and Becky said “Oh, I love it. I love the feel of you inside of me.” She was moving her hips a little underneath me and I sent the rest of my cock into her. She bit down on my shoulder when I did. Not hard, but I felt her teeth.