Her shoes for the evening, insanely high seveninch patent black heels, the kind men refer to as 'fuck-me' heels. Mycorset, my bra with slightly oversi...ed false breasts in them. When Iwear something low cut I have a wonderful latex breastplate but it'sterribly hot to dance in; these breast forms could be glued to my barechest under the bra and would move naturally as I swayed to whatevermusic took my fancy later in the evening. And the anklet of course.I fumbled around in my jewellery box for. Daddy will be here in a minute." I-I..." I start to stutter in shame. I feel embarrassed about it all, stunned and unable to do anything. But by my side I see Lynn slurping around the pole and I get the idea."See? Your friend knows who to do it." Peter mocks me. "And your tits look great from here, they hang nicely. I could easily titty fuck them Mike!" Without another word I start to lick and kiss the large member all over."Y-you know me for so many years, you have seen me grow up!" I say. " Me?" I asked, sighing as I realized what she meant by her comment."You, Rebecca." She again reached across and adjusted the protectivecovering worn over my elaborate gown.As we approached the gate of our meeting place, we were passed byanother carriage heading out. In it was an older noblewoman was riding,driven by her uniformed driver. It was quite apparent that she wore awig, powdered, combed thoroughly, and white as snow. I felt my handsnake toward my own tresses. Eloisa noticed and gave. Nena was so petrified with fear that she thought she was going to pass out from the anxiety. She became quite aware of all the guys in the room, their sexual heat enveloping her like damp smoke. She could feel a maelstrom of fear work it's way down her spine into her belly and begin to slowly spin in her gut.Mark went on "We were just curious ... that's all ... curious ... to see what your tits looked like."Nena started to softly cry again; her hands in her lap clenched tight, her eyes shut,.