I then snapped my fingers loudly, and people began filing in around us. I heard him whisper, “Oh God” lowly as I began to undress him. I grinned b...cause I had set this up in advance weeks ahead of time after he confessed that he wanted to be ravaged. Several people had come forth to offer their desire to help me in fulfilling his fantasy. I told him in a low, sultry, voice, “Step up, then lay down flat on your back. You are Mine now…to do with as I please. Your job is to lay there and enjoy, do. I looked at myself in the cupboard mirror and my body was beautiful. I would look back up at my face and just see disgust. There was an urge from within to play with my look. I pulled my dress up a little, just to slip my hand under the tights and panties. Grasping my dick with a purpose. Looking at my body the whole time in the mirror. Gazing at the beauty. My senses where overloaded. The feel of the tights against my legs, the tightness of the belt that wrapped the dress around my figure. Me. ” -- “Tell me Mr Thomas, would you object to having a test done for comparison? That should shoot the buggers right out of the sky.”“Of course not. Hey, what’s the odds on suing the arse off this Cartwright guy, over these false accusations.”Jenny Rose’s face suddenly broke into a smile. Up until that moment -- unlike her cousin Bernie -- I hadn’t thought the woman knew how. Maybe her doubts about me had been put to rest when I had had the confidence in my innocence to mentioned suing. I told her that I haven't seen but have spoken to him a few times and that he has also asked how you are. She acknowledged the fact that he asked about her and said that she really enjoyed that evening and would love for it to happen again. She also said once she's back in her old town house that I must come sleep over so we could have some quality time together again. Which I most definitely agreed to. We soon settled our bill for the drinks we had and gave each other a firm hug goodbye before.