” “Yes Mistress” I replied. “Now we have to make you pretty.” Tara said and opened up her makeup box. She applied foundation, eye shadow, ...ascara, and of course some bright red fuck me lipstick. I turned to the mirror when she was done and saw this slutty looking sissy staring back at me. “Time to get dressed slut.” She said and lead me to the bedroom.I was cramping pretty good and wanted to expel the water from me, but the plug held it tight. My stomach was sticking out a lot more than. I had set up a neat little spot in a corner of that barn we had escaped to for my survivors and I to blend into the farming community like rural peasants uninterested in the conflict between King and commoner.Even in the atmosphere of the moment, it didn’t matter that the upstart Americans had lost the battle, the important thing was it sent a message to Parliament that the rebel leaders intended to pursue this uprising until the bitter end and were no longer seeking either pardon or a. Samantha changed in front of her but she looked away. She wished she had Samantha’s confidence, not that it should take courage to change in front of her best friend of ten years. They went to bed, in the same bed comfortable enough to share, remembering an amazing concert while Lila tried to ignore her only piece of clothing was this white ,just over crotch length, night gown. She should have turned her phone off silent but didn’t.********the next morning**********Lila woke up to loud knocking. The suit has not been for the illusion of my hosts’ neighbors, but for my alibi for the day I am about to spend. Walking into the kitchen I see Tom slicing the last of the cantaloupe while Susan sets the table. We had previously agreed that food today should be light so as to not hinder our activities. Prior to today we have all eaten very little meat for the last week and cut coffee intake to a minimum. When asked by my wife about the sudden dietary change I had jokingly told her I was in.