The bag was a triple layer of pink satin in thickness, lined in beige,fastening down the front from above his head to below his feet with adozen large...pink dress buttons. Then the bottom of the bag folded back upitself, with another ten buttons fastening from one side across to theother. While the two women buttoned him in, the occupant of the dress bagwanted more contact, more passion, more sliding and pushing and wriggling,so that the bag shimmered and rustled and changed shape. It was just about close enough to the farmhouse that Remy could have made it here and back again while a catgirl costume was being fitted. Or maybe he just believed in good maintenance.Opening the gate I stepped through into the world beyond the gate, exactly the kind of genteel English ‘jungle’ that most kids would have killed for. Knee-high grass, a plethora of small flowers threaded through it, a hint of the land falling away in the distance towards the meadow and the river, and then there. It is face to face with very special clients” she said “it is usually on Sunday mid-morning. Do you want to know more?” I said “why not” and she took me to the back of the main shop. We went through what I thought was the back door only to be in a beautifully fitted out bedroom. Mona then showed me through another door into a large fitting room. I called it that because hanging up were various costumes. Latex, leather and assorted lingerie. “This is where you would dress depending on what the. . Princess!!!! HAHA! Let’s not make it so special, Annie, ok?” The girl was almost losing her breath. She couldn’t speak a word, when dad released her neck. He was taking his pants down. He spat on her pussy, with that disgusted look still on his face then grabbed her by the hands, holding her down to the bed. He was just looking in her eyes with a look like he was pitting her. He just said “You asked for it!” before sliding his cock in there. It’s not like she didn’t want it, but he fucked her.