My first glimpse of Miss Sally was confusing to say the least.She was wearing an ankle length black dress that did its best to hide her lush figure, b...t her bounteous bosom filled her upper body as a center of attraction matched only by her sexy bottom that stuck out at an impossible angle with youthful pride.All the hardcases in viewing distance were glued to her delightful figure like bees around a pot of honey drooling like babies at the thought of coupling with the attractive female. These are your tits. This is your ass. This is your cunt. You want it, you get it, no questions, no hesitation, no resistance or reluctance at all. On tap. Take it, claim it, own it. It’s yours. Any way that you want it. Any time that you want it. It’s yours, and not just due to the contract. No exceptions. Don’t ask. Just take it. Use it. Fuck me,” Amy reminded me of just how much power I had over her, asserting her absolute surrender to me.“Atta girl, honey,” I grinned as I caressed Amy’s. No decisions to make."Thanks, I'll find something to ware. I just wanted to return this pistol you gave me." I said holding out the .38, "Where'd you get it anyway?" You keep it." She told me, "I took it from Jimmy. I have no idea where he got it, but when I found it in his room as crazy as he was I definitely didn't what him having it so I took it. As I recall at the time I even considered using it on him or more likely on myself. That was about six months ago and I was really depressed back. Old school stockings and suspenders to go and all that. Got to admit, I think I preferred to wear those type of things. Frills with bows and ties and ribbons and laces. My thoughts drifted to the image of my Great Grandmother and the way she was dressed in her pomp. Maybe I got my tastes in clothes from her too."Hurry up, Jen," shouted my mother from downstairs. "Or you'll be late!"Grumbling, I slipped off my dressing gown to leave me skipping around in just a pair of lemon yellow panties as I.