"What are you doing", she asked. "I'm selecting the clothes for my sex slave for this evening. I have something very special planned and you need the ...ight clothes. While I pick them out, strip naked." Off came my wife's blouse and the thin bra. Her 36D breasts swung freely, their nipples hardening in the air. Down came the short shorts. The crotch was soaked. She wore no panties. I had not permitted them. She stood there, naked except for the high heels and butt plug in her ass.Paula was. "I wanted to look my best and not be dressed up," said Devi. She wore a white peasant blouse from Madrid showing a hint of cleavage and the red bra beneath from Berlin, the bare upper chest bearing the gold Star of David medallion Bess had bought as a joke in New York, but she wore proudly as did Bess who got one for herself, purplish jeans fitting snuggly from Paris, black Italian leather boots and jacket from Milan and ruby earrings matching the ruby wedding ring, all ringed by diamonds to. ‘As a friend, you’re always welcome.’ Don replied solemnly. ‘Thanks’ Bryce answered with a smile, Don’s meaning clear to him. ‘Hey are we done? I need to get some sleep!’ Bobby exclaimed as he walked back to the pair. ‘What do I owe you for this?’ Don asked him. ‘Owe me? What the hell you talking about? Can’t a guy buy a gift for his niece?’ ‘Sure?’ ‘See ya!’ Bobby said as he motioned to Bryce and they left quickly. Driving back, the Sheriff watched his young Deputy deep in thought. ‘I was. As a homeless guy, I can just wear a cardboard sign, sit on the sidewalk and wait for folks to give me money. I got standards though. I’m not one of those beggars that drives a beemer at the end of the day. I don’t hassle people for cash at stop lights and I certainly don’t shout abuse when folks ignore me.I always had a dream and that’s what this story is about. I already said I was kinda lazy. I also said bathing and changing clothes was too much effort. My dream, and it’s one that she damn.