“What do you think of this?” Cerys was holding a black rubber dress against herself as she stood beside a long mirror. “No, wait, I’ll try it ...n.” She turned and headed off to the back of the shop, diving into one of the changing rooms. Karen followed, anxious to help, leaving Allison on her own.She looked around her. On one side of the shop a row of hangars carried a wide array of clothes in leather, rubber and PVC, a rack at the far end of the shop carried an array of shoes that all had one. It was after all, silly, unreasonable, and impossible, despite all the rationalizations they made. Ironically, it was Christmas, normally a time of joy and happiness, that undid them. It was ironic because it was during Christmas break that Bobby ran into Mindy at the supermarket while he was on an errand from his mother to go get some eggnog. He saw her head, in profile, over the top of a rolling stand that had day-old bakery products on it. His heart leapt in his chest, and his pulse. In excited trepidation, bit by bit clothing shed soon to be replaced with the proper vestment.Cool lube contrasting with a momentary burn as the widest portion of the clear glass plug pressed past her tight anal ring.The hard surface pressing against her thin internal membrane with every movement.Deft fingers manipulating string into bows upon flesh.Her nipples blazing instantly at the pressure the simple ties created, radiating outward and pooling a lake of lava in her loins.Finally, a. She eased up to one of the bars and had the cute barmaid make her a vodka martini with just a hint of vermouth and an olive tree. The party had been the idea of the president of CIIC, a financial institution with its US headquarters in New York City. He wanted to introduce some of the major pharmaceutical executives to their new line of financial instruments, ones that would reap millions of dollars before a new drug was ever approved by the FDA. It was simple idea really, CIIC would sell.