I watched as she put her arms into the dress that Ray had given her. I think it was a dress. When she pulled it closed and tried to button it I wasn't...sure that it wasn't just a long top. It only just barely covered the cheeks of her ass.She stood with her back to me and buttoned it up with difficulty. It was pretty tight on her. When she was done Ray stepped closer and unbuttoned the top three buttons. That opened the dress to below her breasts. Then he ordered her to turn around slowly.I. It's nice and warm back in our room. You step out onto the balcony to watch the busy city below. I bring us another glass of champagne and run my fingers through your hair. You shiver with anticipation as I skilfully unclasp the back of your dress and it falls to the floor. I see you there in the moonlight, every tiny hair on the back of your neck standing on end; you are covered in goosepimples, not with cold but with anticipation. Your breathing is quivering slightly and we find each. She knows it,too.I stopped the truck,got out and walked up to her,not saying a word. She in turn just held her arms open for me to pick her up. The white cotton,summer dress didn't even cover her mid-thighs and as she lifted her arms it rode even higher and I could see she wasn't wearing any panties, as usual. I lifted her up and her bare bottom was resting on my hairy forearm as she gave me a tight hug around my neck. She leaned far enough back so she could look directly in my eyes and said,"I. .? You made me a puppet! You usedme as a toy in your emotionally gratifying roleplay! You never treatedme like a real human being, with needs, and rights, and feelings!"I spun around, my vision obscured by a red veil of rage."Well, Zoe, what do you think of me now? Am I still your pervert guy indisguise in the girls' shower? Am I still the fox in the hen house? Orwas I the hen who got disguised as a fox and the other hens still peckedher to death?"To Matt: "Hey old buddy old pal, remember all.