"I'll hang up your dress while you unlace."Beth glanced at Sandy to make sure he wasn't having trouble with the lacesbefore she opened the door of the...walk-in closet. Sandy's head was down,curls draped down the back of his head, as he fumbled with the bow at thetop of his corset.On one side, the closet was filled with pageant and dance gear: gowns,petticoats, shoes, crowns, and three wig heads with curled hairpiecespinned on: a cascade, a mini-fall, and a two foot long fall. Beth made amental. "Okay, on our sixth anniversary. And when did you have the next dream?" On my twelfth anniversary ... um, two days after my anniversary."The man scribbled on the paper and then asked, "Was that the last one?" No, I had one a year ago, two days after my eighteenth anniversary."After writing again, the man looked up and said, "So you seem to have them every six years. First on our sixth anniversary, then six years later on our twelfth anniversary, and then on our eighteenth anniversary, which is. ’ Ernesto started whistling El Rancho Grande. ‘Let’s sing a little,’ Ernesto said. Then he belted a few lines with his baritone. ‘I don’t feel like singing a damn song. I feel like jumping out of this pickup.’ ‘A daughter of Sena Miller is probably nice to look at,’ Ernesto said. Then, he started singing again. Bubba Junior stared at him, like he was crazy. Finally he asked, ‘What is the daughter’s name?’ Without hesitation, Ernesto grinned at him, and said loudly but slowly, ‘Sierra’. Bubba. Grabbing my hips pulling me on her cock and then pushing me forward, and with ever thrust that Mistress delivered I harshly forced my rigid cock into the girls swollen pussy. Her body pushed forward with each savage assault, her eyes tightly closed as the screams and cries escaped her lips. Her body flushed and saturated with her own sweat. She looked delicious to me, the knowledge of her pain and ecstasy kindled in me a fierce cruel lust. Mistress was feeding her insatiable needs and I was not.