‘I think I like the green better.’ ‘Thank you! That’s the way I was leaning. – Now would you please go somewhere else and let me dress in pr...vate.’ ‘Do you need these shoes?’ ‘No!’ George chuckled at her again and walked back to the living room. Marge appeared five minutes later. The lovely schoolteacher wore a sleeveless blouse, pale green in color and a short dark green skirt that showed her gorgeous legs nicely. Her feet were encased in high heels that matched her skirt. Her clothes were. My nails hadbeen lengthened to a full inch and painted a matching red with somediscovered press on nails. I sprouted a dark red wig with tresses downto my ass and bangs hiding the shading on my eyes. I was perched atopseven inch acrylic platform sandals with straps that circled up my legslike roman sandals. My dress was now a reddish net mini dress that hadmore holes than dress over my red pushup bra and red lace thong. SomehowSierra had been very quick in pulling it up my thighs keeping my. He then turned to me and said, "Thanks, for picking me up. I got left out here by my slave." I thought he was making some sort of joke or I misheard him. I really didn't know how to respond so I just waited for him to clarify what he said. "The little whore was supposed to drive me out here in the middle of nowhere so he could suck me off. He couldn't stand take my face fucking so he just got in the car and left me, the worthless little pussy." I looked over and saw him playing with this large,. Andre was on one end of the sofa. Tim was on the other - plenty of space between them - and Michael was on a chair on Andre's other side. Andre had tucked his cock back in his boxer-briefs, but wasn't wearing anything else. Tim and Michael were fairly raucous. A whooper or a cheer when I took my shirt of, "show up your tits" as I undid the back of my bra, but Andre, he just sat there watching me. Still, calm, confident. Every time I looked at him, I swear, I felt it in my stomach and all the.