Dresses, skirts, blouses, shirts, all kindsof different styles and colors. "Wow," I said, actually excited to see allthe options I had.I spent the nex... hour or more just trying on different clothes. Thesundress was nice but didn't cover much, and the miniskirt covered evenless and was too restricting. It was too warm for a sweater, and thebusiness suit and skirt was too formal. After a few more outfits I finallysettled on a pair of jeans and a white tee shirt. The pants showed off mycurves and. .we went further, deeper, dirtier the ring hunt would be my perfect excuse to explore the depths of depravity. The day of the flight she looked uncomfortable. As she dressed in her favourite white lacy knickers and white lacy topped stockings I could see her little pot bellied stomach was already starting to look distended. She complained that she was quite full and would really like to go to the toilet. I countered with if it goes down the toilet we may never see it again. Let’s wait till. I really shouldn’t be telling you this.”Mel knew better than to push it, but he felt he had to bring up one more thing. “You said you thought I’d like her, like to fuck her, like you asked her to give herself to me. Did she do that for you, because you asked her to?”“Yeah,” said Tracy, focused more intently than ever on Mel’s arm hair. “I kind of knew what was going to happen and also knew that you might be upset, so I asked her if she’d be nice to you. And she was, right? Up to the end anyway.. Whore cumming around my cock." I was still cumming. He hit me again. "Dirty fucking whore." He pulled out and effortlessly flipped me over onto my front. He spanked me across the arse, but not the gentle spank I'd been used to from former lovers, but a real smack which threatened to leave a bruise. He did it again. I cried out in pain. He pulled my head up by the hair and smashed it back down on the bed. "You're not here to cum." He said, smacking my arse again. "You're here to take it." He.