"If you come with us to Tom's house, then you have towear the dress that you pick out. I'm sure you'll find something. You'llpick out the best you can...find. And you'll have to wear it for thatparty. If you start to refuse or to act out, then we'll have no choice,we'll have to give you a kumquat and force you to behave. Know that now.But we don't want to, or plan to do that."If you decide not to come with us because you don't want to wear thedress, then, that's OK, and you'll spend the time. My naked body danced to the rapturous symphony playing in my snatch. Juices flooded down my thighs.My lips quivered.My breasts jiggled, my ruby amulet bouncing between them.I swayed to the music of ecstasy.The rapture reached its crescendo. The symphony played its loudest, stirring chords that quivered my body, and then quieted to a whispering delight. The decrescendo left me shivering and gasping, my eyes blinking.I smiled, pulling my fingers from my pussy, tasting my tangy juices, I sucked on. “Most emphatically not! Since when would a mindless, corporate drone like Chad Hughes, who has the IQ of a walnut, ever be the equal to a deep thinker like Victor Mancini, no matter how frustrating I find the level of your profundity at times? You should really know better than that, dear,” Beth said now, kissing me yet again.“That’s two kisses now, Beth. One could construe this as sexual harassment,” I smirked, but I returned the kiss in spite of my protests.“One might, but not you. I know. His hand moved up me, slowly frommy stocking tops, to my panties. He knew his gentle, fingertip strokingof my shaven pussy-lips (I'm not to ever refer to them as balls again,his orders) through the thin, feminine, little panties would make myclitty grow hard. Especially when his little finger goes under thematerial and slips down between my legs. He spoke, "Princess, I know you're awake." Mmmm, only just," I replied. I opened my eyes, the sun shone throughthe half opened curtains. I remembered.