Shop, they did, but not just for the local arts and crafts that Gwen had mentioned. She and Nelson took Wendy to a woman’s underwear and lingerie sh...p, and a sexual boutique out on loop A140. Wendy was incredibly excited to be able to shop for bras and underwear like she had seen on the internet and in movies, not the plain cotton stuff her mother bought for her – bras that accentuated her breasts instead of hiding them, panties and nightwear that were of real silk, lingerie that was feminine. Reiser was trying to tell me and I wondered how he could expect me to be modest when he dressed me in a thousand dollar dress, red and gorgeous. It was an evening gown made of silk that held my body close, caressing my skin with every small movement of my body. My shoulders were bare and the dress had an underwire bust that pushed my dark tits up and out, putting my charms on ample display. The silk barely covered my nipples actually, and even so, they were still plainly obvious. The full. "I hope you weren't too attatched to that," I commented. "I've got plenty of clothes," Vanessa explained. "But you won't let me wear them. You want a constant feast of bum, and boobs and pussy hair all day long. I would think you would get bored." "Not when it's your bum, and your boobs, and your pussy hair," I assured her, casually combing the later with my fingers. "But clothes can be fun," she insisted. "The feeling of silk on my clitty and titties. Don't you like the feeling of silk on your. See him through this dreadful Devil’s Night! Amen.”“Amen.”“Go, now, my son. Do not keep her waiting. I will pray for you while you face this ordeal.”“Thank you, father.”The curtain rattled open and Joseph made a hasty exit. Although grateful for his words, the prayers of Father Raymond had failed to soothe his conscience. His footfalls echoed through the holy chamber as he headed for the entrance with much trepidation.Joseph leaned against the outer wall of the darkened general store, waiting.