And yet she couldn't deny how these thoughts - thoughts of being enslaved to this older woman turned her insides to jelly."I'll be over tomorrow morni...g," Mrs. Anderson continued, now with two fingers up the front passage of the young housewife, and one up the rear. "And I expect you ready for me. Perfumed and freshly shaved. Ready to fuck. Do you still have your wedding dress?" Ugh - yes. Yes ma'am." Sara's voice was raspy and thick. Her chest heaved. Tight nipples poked through the front of. Sheila gathered my long hair into a high pony tail and brushed itlovingly. Barbara produced the actual pony tail, which was designed tobe fitted in a crush loop in the crotch strap of my new chastity belt.Barbara showed the pony tail to Sheila and Veronica nad they all giggledfurtively - while glancing at me.I had been shown the pony tail earlier at home - it consisted of a flatrubber base trapped by the crush loop in the strap next to my anus -there was a stiff section to hold the pony tail. He searched the land and found a young virgin of great beauty and with a demeanor that satisfied his concept of acceptable feminine behavior.Despite the fact that the old man was of an age that required him to be carried into a mounting position of the agreeable young lady, he performed the coupling exercises with admirable gusto and eventually impregnated the "perfect" young lady with the seeds of enlightened thought. She rubbed her newly rounded belly with satisfaction and spoke with pride of. .It was Friday night. Julia was touring way up the coast, a thousand miles from here. Rather than sit around my apartment I went over to Diane Gilmont's party. You met Diane when you visited a few months ago. She's straight but enjoys filling her place with all sorts of people. "The more the merrier," she says and then usually ads something about the more varied the better too. Her place is down at the beach and it's high summer so the dress is pretty informal.I was sipping a nice Scotch,.