The thought occurred to me that maybe Ed and I would have to see about getting one of our own!My hands and arms fit just beyond the side wing extensio...s, which I realized were there for the dog’s front paws. There were even hand holds attached to the front legs, for cryin’ out loud, which I suppose were useful in certain circumstances. I got comfortable in this contraption, and turned my head. Brutus was headed my way, excitedly. The guy holding him let him come up to my ass end and sniff, and. Why would a girl want panties that lookedlike tighty whities? What was the purpose of a bra that fell flatagainst a man's chest?I could appreciate the fit of the panty however. I'd never pass wearingthose, but a "skosh more room" certainly came in handy, like the oldcommercials for relaxed fit jeans.I used my wife's make up as best I could, with foundation, blush, eyeshadow and most importantly, liberal amounts of lipstick. I dabbed herperfume behind my ears, slipped on her clip-on shell. “Take the panties now!” I did so and my superbly dominant mistress stood back a step, crossed her arms and smiled wickedly down at me. Though in fear of what was to come, she was a truly magnificent sight and my fear was tempered by an erotic longing to suffer before her. The others laughed as Stella the blonde vixen strutted up to the table with a glass of water and a large blue diamond shaped tablet. Elaine sneered then continued.“When I give the word, you will repeat what you did in the. " Still wondering and worried about our conversation downstairs, and totally self-conscious about my bare legs, I was lost in thought and not really all there.Mistress Staci then pulled both my hands down to the bed, and then pushed down on my shoulders, as she swung herself up and back onto her feet. Massaging my back while applying pressure to keep me bent over the edge of the bed, Mistress fumbled to slip her feet back into her slippers and then stood directly behind me, pressing her tummy.