It was emerald green, my favorite color, it was thigh length and satin. I decided to put it on, what could it hurt to see what I looked like in it, I ...hought to myself. The spaghetti straps fell gently across my shoulders, the heart shaped top fell gently across my breasts, and the feel of the satin against my skin made me feel beautiful. I looked in the mirror to see what I looked like. I felt as if a different woman was staring back at me. She looked sexy and sensual standing there in this. No one came knocking at my door. In a short time I had grown used to having a social life, and then, as suddenly as it had begun, it disappeared. My days were filled with work and commuting and my evenings were once again times for television and solitude. I wasn't sure how this had come about, but then I didn't really understand why all the social activity had begun for me in the first place. In a very real sense, my life had returned to normal.It was the following Sunday before I once again. Patrick all over me and nothing, yet the very sight of Monty's cock and my clit was begging to be rubbed. I decided that maybe I could just masturbate. Without Monty, of course. I wanted him. I knew that. But no way – not again. I grabbed his collar and yanked him off the bed. He grunted and dug his feet in but finally jumped off. Big mistake.Right away he caught a whiff of my crotch and his wet nose went for it. I tired to back away but he was like a homing missile. I pulled down my dress, but. I give her a playful swat on the ass as she leaves. I find myself in a good mood.Because of Tracy. Because of what I am going to do to Tracy today. But I'm going to wait until later tonight. The Whores will be putting Tracy through basic instruction for another hour, which is exceedingly boring to watch and should not be interrupted. I'll keep myself busy for a while.I find myself walking the halls of the dungeon that takes up the entire basement of my estate. Considering the main building of.