She put on her black long bobbed wig and her 36C breast forms. She wore six inch black patent platform heels, black hold up stockings and basque and s...spender belt, with matching black g-string. She wrapped a black choker around her neck and put on long black satin evening gloves that went way past the elbow. The gloves were a nice touch, she thought and made her feel extra slutty. On top of that she squeezed into tiny a black lace up mini stripper dress that clung to her insistently. She. He tried to slowly remind them that they had no choice if they wanted to get away from this diner. "You look great, honey. Let's just get through this."Jenny turned like a zombie; picked up a menu and walked over to Sam. Unable to speak, she laid the menu in front of him. "What would you like to drink?" she stuttered robotically."You look absolutely stunning, Miss Sara." Sam meant it. He spread the white linen napkin on his lap and stared at her. His eyes fell to her breasts. He picked up the. Just try not to kill the kid – sweet, innocent, and completely clueless as ever. I mean ma’am, if he sees you like this he will have a heart attack from sheer panic…”“Don’t worry Bunnie,” Samantha’s voice was turning cold, “I won’t try to….”“Maybe you should, that boy needs someone to actually rock his world for once, probably for the only time in his life at that. Honestly, to think I have to be related to such a nerd and uttermost loser in a family of hedonists, there is no accounting for. They clung onto the seats of the chairs as they savoured the pain. It was then that it really struck home. Yes, they were savouring the pain. The intensity was greater because they had been made to cum beforehand. Sure, they enjoyed the erotica of being aroused during the spanking but this was better, a hard caning followed by the all-encompassing stinging of their well caned bottoms. Proven by the sudden reappearance of their erections. “Get up,” Miss Joiner ordered. She looked on, slightly.