To get on the barstool Alison had to scoot her ass up on the stool, which caused her legs to open a little.Looking at John, Eric smiled. He had been l...oking at Allison’s legs when she sat on the barstool. Her skirt was so short that he could see the thick patch of brown hair on her pussy as she’d slid onto the stool.“I see you dressed for the occasion,” Eric said, looking directly at Allison, and then asked her what she’d like to drink.“It is what John had me wear, he wanted me to look like a. There was plenty of room to become Becca, and a full length mirror to check the results. It took her over thirty minutes to get ready, even having done as much as she could at home, including getting partially dressed, but Becca was quite pleased with the results. She put all Dan’s stuff in the bag and walked back out to her car, putting the bag in the trunk, then headed to the bar. It was already quite busy when she walked in and there did not appear to be any seats available anywhere. As she. "OH FUCK, A.D.!" I moaned.She took that as a challenge and began butt-fucking my ass with the plug, something it is really not meant to do. The constant motion in my bowels set me over the edge a third time and my clenching ass gripped the plug like a steel trap, forbidding Adrienne from removing it for the time being. Content to leave it be, Adrienne donned her favorite strap-on and flipped me over so that I could face her. She regarded me like a lover and bent down to kiss me with another. She had made one concession to modernity. The stables, although still holding the horses needed to run the estate, had been extended with a similarly styled block that held her pride and joy, the Stanley Steam Sports, the car that she so delighted in driving at a ferocious pace around the local roads.This evening, the Stanley had been readied by Alicia’s head groom at short notice. She had dashed back from somewhere, declared that she needed the steamer and he had needed to work quickly to get.