I grab her sweatshirt by the waistband and yank it over her face blinding her as the panic outside the toiletdoor reaches its climax. I sit back on th... lid of the toilet and enjoys sight of her flat stomach and the top under her yanked-up sweatshirt which hugs the underside of her majestic breasts.-?You keep yourself in good shape I see.? I make conversation with myself when another shot is fired outside and the fleeing crowd seems to have almost exited the club now. I enjoy how her blonde hair. She hadn’t got a huge bush but Elizabeth was a fan of keeping some hair around her pussy. Elizabeth opened her dresser and pulled out a very tight pair of pale blue panties with a fancy bow on the front of her waistband. She then grabbed the bra to go along with it, displaying the same bow which rest between her cleavage. For a few moments, she looked down at her body, wondering how nice it would be to increase her 32C bust by a couple of sizes, before stepping over to the wardrobe and pulling. The next part was to leave the office without being seen by my co-workers as I was now dressed as a slut, not head accountant, I crept down the back stairs tottering on the unfamiliar heels, I waited for the car, a black explorer pulled up and the door slid open, I get in and find myself with two other women, dressed in a similar way, "all ready for the party" one asks. We drive for about an hour arriving a large country house, on entering we are shown to a room set up for playing poker, I am. Laying on the bed was my mother, legs wide, a black and white lace corset with a thong stockings and suspenders and black high heels. She had a silk blind fold on, enjoying the sensual pleasure of being blind to her exploring, knowing hands. She had pulled her corset down so a beautiful firm breast was exposed, which she was teasing with her vibrator, circling her nipple. Her other hand reached down and stroked within her thong. Pushing the toy in her mouth and sucking it long and deep, she.