The same bar stool and counter she had been fucked on. She couldn’t stop thinking about it and how bad she wanted it again. She could feel her clitt... already dripping in her cage and wondered if Harry wanted it again right now too. She crossed her legs as Harry put a plate of food and a glass of orange juice in front of her. Kim was less hungry now for food and more for Harry’s cock. He stood across from her, eating his food as she looked at him, taking small bites of hers. Within a few minutes. That having this cock inside her every week wouldn't be enough. That every few days wouldn't be enough. Even every day may not be enough! She enjoyed his cock so much she found herself thoroughly enjoying sucking on it. Normally, this was almost considered work! She found herself desperate to please him. That making him happy would make her happy. She loved swallowing cum, but she wanted to give him a show that she had never given anyone, including her fiancé. Heart pounding, she put all her. I grabbed the top of the costume and pulled that over my head and on. I grabbed some fake tits I had brought with me and inserted them into the cups. I grabbed the skirt and pulled that on along with the ruffled petticoat. I slipped my feet into the heels and started walking around. I hadn't heard a car drove up so when the door opened and my mom stepped in I was in near shock. I couldn't say anything but mom with a surprise said what are you doing? I stuttered out a sorry and my mom's face. “Let me go. I'm s-sorry I pissed on your rug. I was scared. You're scary, Maria. And I'm s-sorry I was a whore. I d-didn't think about how you w-would feel.”“And that's why you're being punished,” I told her, brain prickling. “Stand up. We're going out. You will not get more then ten feet from me. You will not cover your breasts or your pussy. You will hold your head up high and let everyone see your body. Because you are a filthy whore.”“A filthy whore,” she repeated. “Wait? I'm going outside.