When we were together she loved it hard and rough and now my mind was wondering what it was like and developed an obsession with wanting to watch them...at it. Me and her didnt have sex that much but her and her new fella were at it alot. He would always have love bites or scratches every other day. She even changed. She started to dress more sexy and showing off her amazing figure. But what my me instantly hard was when she bent over in work one day and was wearing a lace thong. My mind went. They were reflected in high mirrors which ran the total length of the walls. The far side was all milky glass window.She stepped forward, amazed at the infinite number of replica's of herself in the yellow and red flowered cotton dress. Un vrai palais de crystal, her mind whispered. Narcissus' paradise. And she slowly moved into the direction of the sounds. They were much louder now, after the doors opened. Creaking sounds they were, punctured with sighs like heavy breathing. And before she. She certainly did look every bit as much like a fairy princess as she always had! John mused, even if she did look just a wee bit drawn... as though she hadn't had enough sleep the night before. He saw his lovely daughter return his smile, and thought he detected a hint of sadness in her eyes."If that son-of-a-bitch has been mistreating her... !!" he thought furiously turning his attention to his son-in-law, Ike. Ike wasn't paying the least bit of attention to Tricia, but appeared to be very. “The dress doesn’t look right without shoes. You aren’t tall enough. Lift your left foot,” Jane ordered.I lifted my stockinged foot. Jane knelt down and burrowed under the massive dome of skirt and petticoats.“Higher” she insisted.I lifted it higher. Jane slipped a shoe on. I lowered my foot and would have fallen forward except for the handcuffs jerking me back.“Hey!” I yelled.“Don’t be a wimp. They are only three-inch heels. Lift your right foot.”I obeyed. Perhaps I would be better balanced on.