We smiled at each other and began laying out the outfits each of us was going to wear. I was going as a Pirate Wench and Ashley was going as a Gypsy....The costumes were almost identical: Long skirts, hers would be longer and brighter colors than mine. Boots, mine longer than hers because more leg would show. Fluffy, loose, low cut blouses that, since we wouldn't be wearing bras, we would have to be careful when we bent over because we would be showing everything, not that we would mind, but we. "Please stand by one moment sir. I know where you are, let me get help on the way," she said. She quickly engaged another operator with instructions to escalate the priority on Muriel's earlier call to immediate response priority, and to add the need for medical as well as police response.She then switched back to the line Bobby had called on. "Sir? Help is on the way, sir. Sir? Are you there?"She checked her equipment and confirmed that the line was still open. But no one was on the other end. Having gone through the proper procedures Cathy and Rachel chatted with each other. I could vaguely overhear what they were saying "its his first time with three" her hair swirling about Rachel responded "better make sure it's memeroable" Me lying on the bed cock already hard had my stepmum standing there next to Rachel. Rachel began to slow unzip her catsuit zip. I loved the way the leather round her shoulders and breast dropped of the further she zipped. Revealing her puffy thick nipples. At. Some days now, her creator, whose name she now knew to be Pygmalion, would spend all day and all night caressing her flesh, and she knew it to be flesh, looking for a single imperfection, making only a single strike with one of his finest tools to shave off a single protrusion or deepen a single curve. During this time, Galatea yearned, aching for the strike that would free her from some irritation she didn't even know she had.Then, for three days, he touched her, running his hands over her.