Dale looked again in the mirror, he could see why Amanda had spent somuch time reducing his waist size, he now had a stunning hour glassfigure complim...nted by his long thin silk stocking covered legs."You like yourself don't you?" questioned Amanda.Dale nodded sheepishly in reply."Make up and Wig and then I will get ready," replied Amanda.Dale noticed that the make up was a lot heavier than the previous night,including some long thick black false eyelashes. Amanda produced adifferent style wig. He had his monster out in record time with is slacks round his knees. He rarely bothered with underpants as they strained his stiff cock too much! He stroked his mighty prick as he suckled her tits like a baby and Katie continued to rub her aroused pussy causing the car to be filled with a strong pussy aroma which seemed to turn them in even more. As it was a cool evening the windows began to mist up with their heavy breathing as Roscoe did what he,d done last time after seeing it in a book a. With lust growing, exponentially, she poured herself another glass of the very potent red wine and continued thinking about the impertinent sexual act the Mexican had subjected her to, sipping the wine and stroking her, always ready for her to commit sin, clit, as she tried to determine what she should do.Finally, the quantity of wine consumed, and the stimulating buzz it was giving her, combined with her rampaging, oversexed impetuosity, to win out over her good judgment. Throwing caution to. "Smoove white skin ... oh my, yew are a pretty one ... Yer goin' to be my cunt now, and I'm goin' to fuck yew up until yew forget yore 'yuman!" Were the awful words to which I awoke.Powerful hands were stripping me, efficiently removing my rough prison dress, my bra, my wee-sodden knickers. It was midsummer; it always seemed to be summer when my life went crazy. The cell was like an oven, and I dumbly, dazedly thought for a second that it felt good to be naked. But the woman who owned this.