I couldn't pick one item to focus my eyes on. My eyes where glancing at everything. Dresses, skirts, blouses, bodysuits. It all looked good.Pausing fo... a minute, I quickly refocused my attention. I wanted to try things on but I needed to get into shape. I opened Steph's drawer and picked out a bra. There where fancy ones and a variety of higher end ones, but I needed to be cautious as I didn't want to make a mess. No one can find out what I've been up to. To be safe I chose a basic white bra at. She whispered: “I enjoyed it too, Fletcher. You have no idea how much.”Then she abruptly turned and walked away, leaving him standing there, dumfounded.She didn’t look back, just kept walking directly toward the train station, the sluicing of her pussy juice lubricating each step, the sensuous feel of his thick lips still lingering on hers.Karen felt absurdly buoyant and free. Had she really just done that? Was this what feminists meant when they talked about being “empowered?”But on the train. She had a glimpse of the big dark house, chilling, cold, forbidding and unfortunately lonely,She looked a sight she knew, hair all over, lipstick non-existent now, the coat once soft and warm , now filthy, and wet from the spilt cum, matted , straw and yard crud. The light came on at the door, purvey George appeared, beady eyes surveyed her, as he motioned them in, a sly smile on his face. He motioned them to a room dimly lit and off from the hall central to the room was a pillory at his. Mimi arched her back, pushing her plump ass outward, and tried to urge those maddening fingers inside; all the while thinking about how much of an anal whore she was. The very tip on one finger probed her sphincter, teasing her, before moving upward to her very flooded pussy. Mimi, unable to control her guttural moans, pumped her hips in time with the two fingers buried deep in her pussy. Her legs were getting rubbery, making it hard to stand at attention. Katrina finger fucked her roughly,.