Straight away she sought out one of the assistants, a woman of about forty, and explained - in a clear voice - that she 'intended to dress her husban... as a woman for an extended experimental period, and needed some help in providing him with a suitable wardrobe', adding that, 'he'll need to be measured for size, of course'. The chosen assistant hardly blinked, and paused only momentarily, before she led us into the Brassiere and Corsetry Fitting Room, and into one of the cubicles."I think this. . I must believe you dear. It must have been a terrible ordeal to rebuff the indecent overtures of these... ahem, gentlemen?" Well nay sir I don't mind so much, it's part of service I guess but lady folks get much ugly when they find out and blame only the lass." What do you mean, it part of service? You certainly will not be asked to perform such acts in this house." Oh it is sir, I know many girls in service with married folk and they all say the same. The man of the house wants his way with. Moaning out her need, she reached out and grabbed Greg's hips. Digging her long, red nails into his flesh, she jerked him toward her and sent his enormous prick plunging down into her throat like a huge battering ram. As the giant cockhead popped into her throat, she felt its evil roundness suddenly bulge out as his whole cock jerked and spurted out a colossal gusher of her son's thick, hot semen down her throat. She couldn't taste his foamy load of seed-laden cream, but she could feel the. " This did not seem to rattle anything loose. After a pause, she said, "Dress too?" I suppose I should hate being so predictable, but she was the only one that had the knack. I said, "Of course. What good is a wedding dress corset without the wedding dress? I insisted that you had to be able to dance in it, even if I cannot." She became quiet for a moment, then murmured, "My Teddy Bear." That, on the other hand, did annoy me.If I had any notions that my gated community would impress her, they.