I purposefully ignored my growing sexual urges, did not flash any unsuspecting persons, nor did I spend any time over at Martie’s which might have d...gressed quickly into a licking contest. That was something I was getting ready for, but not this week. No, I was being a good girl, biding my time, waiting for Jon to get home. Now, I know Jon meant the evening to be a romantic one for the two of us where sex was inevitably going to happen, but the idea was for it to happen later rather than. "Pity he has such a flat chest.He'd look much better with boobs and more hair." Actually, although I threw out all my hubby's male clothes, I couldn'tresist keeping some of his dressing up kit. I'll go and get it."John really was getting embarrassed by now as he started to guess whatmight follow. Betty returned with a bag full of stuff. "Come on John, Iknow you'd love to look convincingly female and we would love to helpyou."Betty pulled a bra and a pair of very realistic breast forms from. This thing clung to me like a second skin.It had thin straps at the top, which did their best to restrain my ample bosom.To ensure my figure was enhanced perfectly, below the dress I was wearing a strapless black lace Basque.Attached to this were sheer seamed stockings and I'd made the decision not to wear any panties.Beautiful black spiked heel shoes with elbow length wet look black gloves completed my vampish look.As we were in a sexual rut, my husband barely noticed the level of effort I had. Her mother was still unaware of her actions.The true desire for vengeance is a cold and spine chilling affair. It is a far cry from the passionate and hot idea of vengeance that much of the world entertains. Princess Mediha’s desire was more the latter. It wasn’t the calculated vengeance of someone who has planned for years to have delivered cold comeuppance. It was rather a royal hothead making plans while she was driven by her naturally passionate nature. Such hotheaded vengeance can be.