”“My dear Sarah, you are so beautiful, but you don’t realize it, do you? You heard the audience applaud for you when you came out on stage tonig...t, didn’t you?”“Well, yes?”“And after you sang, they applauded you again, correct?”“Yeah, so?”I caught my eyes moistening, trying to explain this to her, “So, you are a beautiful woman and you amazingly don’t realize it. I’ll give you your bra back after dinner, but you need to walk ... with confidence. The dress you wore tonight represents your. With their arms d****d around each other I remember wishing to myself that if only they weren’t related - seeing Gemma dancing slowly with another woman was pretty sexy to say the very least! My missus was wearing a long navy blue tight fitted dress that clung to her body with an opening showing her cleavage. Briefly, the thoughts of Gemma and someone else ‘together’ filled my mind, but all too soon they were both back sitting at the table. It was late evening and being slightly tipsy, I. I offer you thefinal installment of this story. Please tell me what you think and if Ishould continue with other ideas I have in mind. Thanks.Susan lay quietly next to me, on her side. Her hand lightly caressed mybra. I was lying on my back totally exhausted from being fulfilled as asubmissive slut that I desired to be. My cock was still wrapped tightlyin the yellow ribbon. It ached."Now it's my turn for pleasure," Susan whispered in my ear. Slowly shemoved over me and it took a few. That very day two very fancy ducats to a grand farewell party for General William Howe arrived at the tall house in Philadelphia, addressed to Miss Anne Amelia Conroy and to her aunt in a flowery script with many curlicues. The carefully printed invitation, from the press that had once produced Continental currency, featured a view of the setting sun and several Latin mottos. The date was a week hence, May 18."You should wear your new dress," said Aunt Amelia, her eyes bright."I'm going home.".