He looks more comfortable in his dress than I ever imagined he would. The dress I picked out for him reminds me of that famous picture of Marilyn Monr...e where she’s standing on the grate with her skirt being blown up. His is bright blue though. When I signal for her to turn around for me she does, and it’s nice to see she’s having just a little trouble in the six inch heels. I point her towards the couch across from me. When she sits down with her legs spread out I glare at her until she sits. I hope they get here soon." she answered him."Do you mind if I use your bathroom?" he asked."No, I guess not. Follow me." she said as she led him down the small hallway. She went to the right to switch on the light in the bathroom when he grabbed her from behind."Don't scream! I'm not gonna hurt you." Please, why are you doing this? Help! Whiskey!" she tried yelling out as he muffled her words with his hand over her mouth.Whiskey came running and was barking like mad."Quiet your little dog down. It's better than my mom's dildo.”“Your pussy is amazing,” I growled. “I'm so glad you were home and not your mother.” I almost fucked that older woman, almost missing out on this amazing delight. Young cunt squeezed about my dick. “Fuck, yes!”My balls swelled with my cum. I pumped away at her. I fucked her hard and fast. I buried my cock to the hilt in her cunt with powerful strokes. I slammed into her, reveling in the hot feel of her twat around my dick.She trembled beneath me. Her pussy. For a moment she did, and Rebecca sighed with relief that she had some control over the beating. But then Caroline put her mouth by Rebecca’s ear and whispered coldly, “If you ask me to stop again, the Countess will be VERY angry and tomorrow’s deal may well fail. It is only pain and you WILL bear it – do you understand me, Rebecca?”The significance of what she said slowly sank into Rebecca’s mind, and she felt more tears run down her face. But she slowly nodded her head, and felt Caroline.