He was like in atrance. A fancy lacy white blouse was put on him and then a blacksheath skirt was zipped and buttoned on him. He lifted his feet soa p...ir of black pumps with a three inch heel was put on his feet.He walked in a daze and sat when pushed into a chair. Sara workedon his hair, combing and pinning it so it looked as feminine as shecould make it. Then Johanna applied makeup to his face as Pennyattached false nails to his fingers and painted them sparkling red. When they had finished. MollyMeanwhile in the Mating Room, in contrast to Rachel, Molly had been pretty starved of straight sex since becoming Emma’s plaything and now craved some hot male company.Molly removed her black skirt, white blouse, and black tights. She kept on her sheer black bra and matching damp panties, figuring that the boys might appreciate them.Straddling the Fucking bench, Molly now had the two couriers, Dave and Pete, out of their leather trousers and cocks in her hands. She couldn’t help watching. She wadded them up and handed them to him, hoping the overly solicitous waiterdidn't notice. Embarrassed face burning, she knew better than to take a singleone of her Dominant's 'suggestions' lightly. As he casually sipped his wineand perused the menu, she got up. Heart in her throat, she exited the crowdedrestaurant, acutely conscious of his eyes giving her erring ass a lashing,or was it a roomful of stares that followed her every shaky movement the wholelong, agonizing walk to the elevators?. Our, uh, 'adventures,' the ones we have when Mom and Dad aren't around." She nodded, getting it. "What does that make us? I mean, we're brother and sister..." And as far as I'm concerned, that's what we still are," she said. "Not that I don't... I mean... We sort of are, but..." Her face scrunched up in a frown. "You're right, this is hard. Okay, okay, okay," she said, holding up her hands to stop me from saying anything. "Let me put it this way. A brother and sister can't date or get married.