I loved it and I wanted to try it. But there was an announcement that the showroom will be closing soon. The lights already started to switch off. I n...eded to hurry. I just took the Gown and hurried to a Trial room in the corner and wore the gown and looked at myself in the mirror. My God! I was looking so good in it. I just kept checking myself from different angles also clicked few pictures of mine and then removed the gown to wear back my own clothes and get out of there to buy the gown. As. He said that nothing would be hotter than to see his grandson dressed in something sexy and getting passed around between a bunch of men being treated like a slut. I agree to it and tell him that I would do whatever I could to please him. We arrive at the location,which is a warehouse belonging to one of the guys,this is where he conducted his daily business. The place was empty by this time,we arrived at 10:00pm on a Saturday night. I step out of the car in my plaid mini skirt,white. I give it so much cum that it pools at the end of the cylinder before it is slurped down a smaller tube for analysis. BP: 148/100 Temp: 37.7°C Pulse: 102.5 BPM Respiration: 31.3Used up for the time being, I relent and fall back against the table. I'm already dozing – ready to get back to sleep. The many tendrils of the machine help me to my feet so I might saunter slowly back toward the place of my slumber. It takes me several tries to remain upright, but with each stumble I know. "Such a beautiful child," he heard one woman sigh. A man patted him on the shoulder silently as they walked by.Another man asked, "Who's the father?" Everyone who heard it stopped in their tracks and turned to Ethan, waiting and hoping for the answer. Ethan hesitated."Is it James O'Toole?" a man's voice called out loudly from the back of the crowd. Ethan knew that it was Jarrod's voice."Is it, Ethan?" a hundred voices asked in demanding whispers.Ethan nodded his head. "Yes—yes it is." James.