Why did it keep coming? Was it some unfathomable deep desire? Or merely the product of an over-active imagination? What ever it was she wished that it...would cease. One thing was certain; she could never let anyone know, for her embarrassment would be too much to bear. The phone rang, it was Meg."How do you feel this morning?" Absolutely wonderful." Kate replied sarcastically. "My head aches and I am so lethargic that even picking up the kettle to make some tea, is a major operation. Apart from. Blow his mind."Crissy tingled. Her whole life had changed since yesterday morning. She grabbed a pair of tight shorts and slipped them on. The cheeks of her ass peeked out and the crotch dug erotically into the gash of her pussy. "God. I'm creaming already."Douglas, his hand cupping Tammy's wet pussy, watched as Crissy slipped on a skimpy halter. "Your uncle will have an instant hard-on when he sees you."Crissy looked at herself in the mirror and liked what she saw. Quickly, she combed her. I will need to keep an eye on her."The one thing that they had in common other than their appearance was their skill, nay, gift with a sword. The sword was what brought Gwynith and Galt together those many years ago. But, in the years thereafter she had lain down the art of the sword and picked up the art of healing. She said that she had seen enough of the ravages of man and wanted to help instead of hurt. He hoped that that was all they had in common. He did not even want to think about it to. They had all kinds of leather and the like. I'm not into the leather; I'm no Domme, far from it. I finally got the attention of one of the sales folks and told her what I wanted. Something black, lacey and screams bad girl! She came back with the perfect outfit. Black, lacey corset with a self style bra. I tried it on. As I twirled around in front of the mirror I couldn't help but grin. Those men won't stand a chance against me in this. The corset coupled with a lacey black thong I'd found.