For the next hour and a half, she emptied out the old hay and horse droppings from the trailer, swept it then used the hot water and the broom to scru... down the floor of the trailer. She wiped down the walls, ceiling, and the hay bin as well then used the hose to rinse it out well before going outside and washing the outer area of the trailer. She used just plain old soapy water for that, without bleach in it. When she was finished, she put away the tools and hose then went into the barn to. I feel my cock stirring in my trousers.“You look fabulous!” I said, simply telling the truth.A cheeky smile come on her face, “You say the sweetest things! But what about the dress? You know, the one you’re meant to be buying for your wife?” Oh, I don’t know….it looks very nice too” I reply meekly.Debs is barely listening to my reply, instead a mischievous look comes across her face as she clocks the deserted waiting area and changing rooms. “If you’re not sure, why don’t you come here and have. The steam had fogged up the mirror, so I had to wipe it away with a towel. There I was. Gwen DiAngelo. My Italian mother gave me my massive chest: heavy and firm, Triple D, and swollen with pride, and an accent that took all my years of college to break. My Russo-Polish father didn't help since his family gave me large puffy nipples, pouty lips, and wavy red hair. My body, I've been told, is to die for. Narrow waist, wide hips that support a gorgeously plump ass, and long, long legs that end in. ” I am well pleased with the response. “Put your hands under your tits and hold them up,” I command. I reach into my suitcase, and bring out a flogger. “Do not take my gaze away from mine.”With that I flog the already well used tit flesh. Not for a long time, but just testing that your resolve has not waivered, making sure you do not flinch and do not take her eyes from mine. Happy with the obedience, I extract a huge conical dildo from my suitcase and place it in the centre of the only chair.