Having read it back, not sure if it's really a fantasy/story. It could be read as a detailed description for a play scenario.It concerns being paraded...and used at a party, just a ‘play toy’ to be taken advantage of. I suspect this is not an uncommon fantasy.=====In my mind, I am dressed in a corset, breast forms, bra, suspender belt and stockings. Heels would be locked on – not that I would be in a position to remove them.It would be up to my Dom(me) to determine if I was allowed to wear. "Sergeant Wilshaw, when you arrived at his cottage, and you told Mr Ramsden why you were there, what did he say and do?" He took us to the barn and opened it for us to identify the car." Was the car damaged in any way?" We examined it and we could see no damage." Did Mr Ramsden say why he had moved it?" He said he put it out of harm's way – out of the snowstorm." Thank you, Sergeant."The Sergeant was invited to leave the witness box, and the Prosecutor called Trevor Gerard Johnson. There was no. Oh yesssssssssssssss, I can imagine his touch as I finger my left nipple, fantasing that it’s his mouth on my breast. How would he feel in person? Who is this man? Those thoughts are in the back of my mind, but right now, he was making my pussy tingle and I wanted so badly to see if he was going to get me off. I’m moaning, groaning in his ear, and he is taking that to mean that I wanted more, and he is right. ‘Baby, is your pussy wet? I like when your pussy gets wet for me.’ ‘I’m down there. Claire's sister Louise walked into the lounge room freshly washed after having a poo bath, dressed similar to her sister in just a top and socks."Hey sis, how was your bath," said Claire."It felt really good, thanks mum."Louise then walked over and let out a loud smelly fart right into her appreciative sisters face."How would you girls like to go to the mall tomorrow with pooey faces?" asked Sarah's mother."Awesome! That would be so cool, do you think Sally and her mum can come as well?" asked.