Emma perfected her make up: eye shadow, eye liner and mascara, blush, lip gloss. She ran a brush through her hair several times, and swirled Scope thr...ugh her mouth. She slipped her arms into her new Marc Jacobs dress, and quickly tied and bowed the ties. The dress was a soft silk, a perfect sapphire color. Her Manolo Blahniks were black, with a four inch heel. She slipped a few things into her tiny Dior clutch.Amanda appeared out of her bathroom, straightening her thong. Best friends since. Everything was perfect. Thank you, sir." You're welcome. I'm glad you liked it. I enjoy having a beautiful girl to have on my arm and to show all this to." As I said that I reached my hand behind her back and pulled her toward me. I leaned over and gave her a kiss on the lips that I let linger for a moment. She had pulled back a little as I started to lean over, but she quickly found that she was against a wall. Once I had my lips on hers, she didn't resist any further. She didn't participate. ‘You have work to do, young lady. The dishes, remember?’ he chided. ‘They’ll wait. Now, I want you.’ There was no feigned haughtiness in her voice any longer. ‘Oh, no, Miss Sheridan. Work before play. You promised, my dear.’ There was that grin again. David tugged her over to the sink, turned on the water, and squirted in green detergent, piling in dishes, glasses and silverware. Sheridan’s lust was draining fast. She felt rejected, frustrated, and just plain pissed off. This was not going. A white, silk bra that tormented my tender nippleswith girlish excitement. Satin panties that myhusband would be ripping from me before the day wasout.And then the gown.A boy is never more beautiful than he is on hiswedding day. Anyone can tell you that. I was beyondbeautiful and I have the pictures and videos to proveit.The photographer showed up precisely when I wasfinished dressing. He recorded my beauty for futuregenerations, perhaps the Smithsonian, then milked mysister, who was in dire.