It took her several minutes to reorder her new mind around this latest information. Finally she reached out to the still figure.Always a traditional r...bot herself, Lady Heather wore her ancient remote on a chain around her neck sized to place it at breast level. It lay easily on top of them, rather than being tucked into her cleavage. Her outfit otherwise was eighteenth century intimate chic, with her full breasts showing as rounded hills above a top cut down to virtually her nipples, that only. She had a young woman’s body, not that of a girl. As George stared at the girl, a jolt of recognition hit him. He was sure he had seen her before, but he had no idea where or when. George’s focus switched from the blonde’s face and figure to the outfit she was wearing. She had on a white blouse and brilliant orange skirt. The blouse had a high neck and below the elbow length sleeves. In the lights of the bar it appeared almost florescent. The skirt was straight, trimmed with gold buttons down. He took it from him and had to catch himself as it was heavy. He put it on and it was way too big, the sleeves going at least two inches past his outstretched hands and ran down to his knees. He was about to say something when Jim said, "Zip it up and let's take a look."He gawked at him but followed his directions and when it zippered up he looked back at Jim expecting him to say it was too big. But Jim pulled the jacket to him, it gave about a foot and a half, and said, "A little big but it'll. It felt incredible, much better than the slow, quiet movements I had had to make when he was sleeping. He gagged several times as I thrust in and out, and after a while he began drooling. At that point, I pulled out and scooted forward, sitting on his face. I told him that I wasn’t going to move it until he licked my asshole.He did, very very slowly at first, then a little more vigorously, and soon, at my instruction, he shoved it deep into my asshole. I gyrated on his face, his tongue swirling.