I was bracing for a cutting verbal put down from her. Instead, what I got was her hand lightly brushing my crotch as she said, "talk to me at lunch".... I'll skip a lot of details here and just say that, as we had agreed at that lunch, I picked Christy up one afternoon in my old car and brought her to my house while my parents were at work. Just inside the door, it became even more obvious to me that Christy was not at all shy. A hot, wet kiss brought my cock to attention faster than ever. My waist was tiny and I had well-padded hips. I was everything the ideal dressing-up companion should be,all curves, long neck, manicured fingernails, perfect lips paintedforever red -- just what a child might imagine as a full-sized plaything."Who are you?" asked the mother. I smiled, thinking that I'm just me,glad to be out of the rain."Mommy wants to know your name," said Alice.I focused back to them. "Barbie." No," sighed Mommy. "What was your name before? Who were you thismorning? Oh,. Instead of being angry or humiliated, she fully realized that she had crossed a new threshold. She hoped only that this would please Mathew. “When you are done, clean yourself in the shower, put your collar on and present yourself for inspection. And remember to bring your blindfold and dildo.” “Yes, Sir.” Jamie returned to the bedroom and saw that Mathew was sitting in the only chair in the room. She stood before him, placed the blindfold and dildo on Mathew’s lap and put her hands behind her. She must have been fingering herself to keep things quiet. She was just getting going, when I saw Sally roll over on her side to face Lanie,and reach between Lanie legs saying, “Let me help with that.” There was complete silence, as Lanie must have been stunned, but I could see Sally’s arm in motion, then she propped herself up, meaning that her breasts must have been inches from Lanie’s face while she worked on her wanting pussy. As Sally worked on her, she pushed the covers down past.