No panties. I looked silly. Ilooked sexy. I looked ridiculous. I looked gorgeous. I looked slutty. Ilooked pretty.I don't know how long I stood there,...drooling (figuratively andliterally) over my own reflection, until I heard Her laughing voice:"Enough admiring yourself. Come here, slut!" I minced towards the bed,being careful walking in those skyscraper heels, laced into the heavycorset, compressing my waist and making me draw short shallow breathstrough the mask's small nose holes, feeling. It took me a few seconds of furious thinking to remember that the Posse Comitatus Act that prohibited the military from engaging in civilian law enforcement activities wasn’t passed until 1878. Rucker had just told me that I had about one hundred highly trained and heavily armed soldiers at my disposal, should I need a posse.Lola returned then with a cup of coffee for both the lieutenant and me. She was a welcomed interruption, because the break gave me a chance to formulate a reply to his. It was just the look he was going for.He added a jet-black wig which had bangs at the front and heaps of curlson top, and as much blinging jewelry as he could find in his Grandma'sjewelry box, including clip-on earrings with long strands of diamante.Rather than fiddle around with false nails, he decided to wear simplewhite silk gloves, which would also hide his smooth-skinned, young man'shands. Looking in the mirror, he thought he saw a resemblance to anaging Liza Minnelli. He slipped on some. The blonde moaned into her gag as she tried to ride the brunette?s stiffened tongue. However, all it was doing was teasing her; sending little flashes of pleasure. Katrina jumped a bit when the vibrator inside hummed to life, sending a torrent of bliss through her. She moaned loudly as she rocked her hips. ?Boot?s lick,? Alex yelled into her ear. The brunette tried to focus on her task, her tongue exploring the fold?s of the other woman?s sex. She found her swollen clit and tried to.