I began clawing desperately at my prison,staring down at the outfit she'd been wearing not two minutes ago as itheaved and rippled about my twisting b...dy. The feel of the satin of thegloves sliding over the satin of my blouse did nothing to help theterror and fear of my new inescapably feminine prison.My trembling fingers traced the bones of the corset, the thick, stifflapels of the blouse, up and down the tight, warm sleeves, the bouncingtight bust... I really was imprisoned in her cursed. He nodded and we headed off.About a mile down the road he looked again and chanced a glance over a shoulder. "Your skirt is riding up you know?"I looked down and the bottom of my dress had ridden up enough that you could see one stocking top. I wriggled and pulled it down muttering thanks."He grinned and looked back at the road. I could see him looking back at me in the mirror more and more. I tried to ignore him though."Its ok babe I know what you are."This shocked me and I sat there mouth. He was pleasantly surprised at the friendly reception, and he found the son of Sir Anthony a very courteous young man. His bride was downright beautiful, Don Antonio thought. He had to revise his prejudices regarding English women.Then he saw his mother greet a slim young woman. When she moved out of the way, he bowed with ingrained courtesy. Raising up, he could only stare into a lovely pale face framed by reddish blond curls. Her green eyes were staring into his as if reading his very soul.. Tim, was on the verge of coming, when he saw his friend Dave banging away on his wife from behind, this made him harder, if that was possible, and he needed to fuck his wife. Pulling his cock free from her mouth he moved to his knees, nicely pushing Sally out of her pussy, she just smiled at him, as she braced her hands on the couch, while Dave fucked her tight pussy with his 8 inch cock, his balls slamming into her ass with each thrust. Pam looked down at her husband, as he glided his cock.