She sighed as she felt the flat base press against her ass cheeks.Feeling slightly flustered and more than a little horny, she pranced out of the show...r to inspect her work, turning and bouncing her pert, smooth bum in the mirror while peering over her shoulder.The pink plug had a clear jewel in the base which glinted as she shook and gyrated her bottom. She clenched on the buttplug a couple of times and giggled as she saw her balls tighten in the mirror.She checked the time as she bounced into. I called her name, no response. I wonder if she went panty less like Velta. I shook her to make sure she was passed out, she didn't even move.I checked the rest of the house to see if anyone was still here. Coast clear as I returned to where my drunken sister was. It was payback time and I wanted interest.I hooked the hem of her skirt and eased it over her buttocks. Wow ... Vanessa was bare ass just like Velta was. My dick was throbbing as I ran my hand over my sister's very soft ass. My heart. How can we help you?” the sweet young hostess beamed at me, “are we dining in or taking out?”“Oh, definitely taking out ... for a rather large clientele, I assure you. Do I order it from you, Gina?” I flirted brazenly with her while standing there with Chrissy and Jon in tow.“Wait ... are they ... naked? And ... no, you would order from Maggie, our shift manager,” Gina directed me to a tall, buxom lady with strawberry-blonde hair.Maggie looked to be early to mid thirties, but she could easily. This time it struck withrenewed ferocity and the pain made him cry out. Down in the kitchenwith his coffee he noticed, for the first time that the corset was nolonger so tight on him. He realised that some of the relief may havebeen due to the material stretching, but he knew that mostly it wasbecause he was eating so little. The downside was that he was feelingso weak he could barely lift anything without feeling dizzy.At eight thirty he took up his wife's breakfast, but when he knockedon.