I turned, wondering what else could happen."We still need to discuss your dress code," she told me."I'm wearing women's-" From now on you will wear a ...kirt with a blouse, or a dress. Trousersand jeans of any kind are off limits. Do you understand?" Come on, it's Winter. Even a lot of women don't wear-"Lyn continued: "High heels no less than......three inches." Four," Kat suggested."Yes, four. Kat will be your clothes monitor from now on as well as yourfeminine mentor. You'll do all she says if. .curiosity got the better of me, and I decided not to tell my parents. From that day on, every chance I got, as soon as my brothers would leave to go somewhere, I would head for their bedroom. I would quickly rifle through a new magazine that I hadn’t looked at before. Always careful to put things back exactly where I found them. It wasn’t always easy to go look at the magazines. Someone always seemed to be home. The last thing I needed was to get caught in their room, or coming out of their. ’ He gestured to the shriveled woman sitting near the fireplace, and who amazingly looked even more dour than Mrs. St. Claire. ‘How do you do,’ Elizabeth said as she curtsied again. Maybelle narrowed her eyes and bowed her head slightly, but said nothing. Silence ensued, as they all stared at each other. This is ridiculous, Gerard thought, beginning to feel irritated. ‘I helped Elizabeth sell wool today, Mother,’ he began, trying to make conversation. ‘Did you, son,’ Edith said, continuing. I tweaked her nipple as I let her go. She squeaked and gave a shiver of pleasure. But I ignored her for now. Pam’s pussy was smooth and puffy, open and wet from the licking she had just received. I got a good look at her before I started eating her yummy fat cunt. Pam’s moans seemed a lot louder now. I guess she enjoyed her friends licking her, but the thrill of being helpless as a stranger doing it was making the sex even better. She was soon cuming for the third time. That’s when Gail started.