"The Porsche was parked in a prime spot close to the building's entrance. The seat absorbed me and I closed my eyes."Will this help?" Chrissy offered ... leather covered hip flask. I sniffed, and identified an Islay malt.Chrissy stopped the car at the end of a farm track. "We can talk here." Her large eyes were soft and sympathetic.The whisky had dissolved my headache and cleared my brain."You posted 'Slap of Leather' on Sainfield's website? It's a story about two women. One of them annoys the. "I rushed to put down what I was doing and could hear the eager running feet of my two elder brothers hurrying to join us. Mom's pies were something really special, a treat that we were all only to eager to eat up. We raced into the living room together and there we three were met with quite a sight.My mom lay on her back on the dining table. She was completely naked except for a white lace garter belt holding up a pair of white stockings. Those stockings covered her gorgeous long smooth legs. Ma was still punishing the girl when Patrick returned from his overnight journey to LA. Ma grinned at him and parted the cheeks of Katerina's ass, an invitation the horny rapist could not resist. Ma helped him squeeze the tip of his over-sized erection into Katerina's small pink ring, and held her down while Pat (mercifully for the young woman) quickly shot his load into her ravaged rectum. Katerina was still crying as Pat dragged her upstairs, and tied her to the bed.The meal, of stew for Ma. We're on holiday here.Nobody knows us. I can do something with your hair. Even if somebodyrealises you're a man in a dress, they won't know who you are or whereyou live. And we're only going to be here for another couple of daysanyway."My initial reluctance faded somewhat. It was true that we were a long wayfrom home. My wife would be with me to support and look after me. I hadoften wondered all those years ago, what it would be like to go out in apublic place wearing a dress. Now perhaps I had.