I knit my fingers into yours and smile to myself. I burrow closer to you and let myself drift off, fully satisfied and knowing you are too. I wake up...sometime later and look over my shoulder at you. You give me a sleepy but still knowing smile. You wink at me, and I laugh. I sit up and stretch, smiling at you. I have to take a shower, and I tell you so. But first, I have a surprise for you. I deliberately left it on the table before I fell asleep last night, hoping I would get to use it. You. She stopped about 1 meter from him, with her eyes lowered, and said, ?It was you, Sir.? ?Closer,? he ordered, and she obeyed. He reached out with his right hand, snaking under her dress, and inserting two fingers in her dripping cunt, pulled her against him. She gasped. ?Don?t speak unless spoken to,? he said, and pulled his hand from under her dress. ?This time you lick it clean,? and she obeyed, taking his fingers into her mouth, as the carousel, and time stopped. He pulled his fingers. Alexis yelped with pain as the dress was fitted to her; it had been custom designed for the slimmer Lori, and so was extremely tight on the Latina.This was the special dress that Lori had worn to the BDSM Bash. It was custom made of glove-soft leather, and had ? inch cutouts in its bodice for tender nipples to peek through. The term ‘dress’ is almost a misnomer, since the front hem ended just above Alexis’ bald pussy, while the back was just barely long enough to cover her rear end.One. Obviously she's wearing nothing under it as I can clearly see her well manicured brown bush, I look upwards and she says, "aren't you going to invite a lady in"? I quickly apologize opening the screen door feeling embarrassed that she saw staring at her. She steps into the air conditioned cool air of the room. As she walks last i smell the sweet scent of "Liz Taylor perfume" and I tell her how nice she looks and that I have always liked that perfume, she thanks me and gives peck on my lips.