“Right this way, sir.”She led me past the dressing rooms, around a corner, and into a larger room with a full door. “This is our handicapped dre...sing area, sir. The door is wide enough for a wheelchair, and the floor space is much larger than the other rooms.” She pulled the door closed behind us and flipped the latch closed. She hung the gowns on a hook and turned to face me. “You’ll want to see them as they are intended to be worn?”“Well, yes, of course.”She stepped out of her shoes and began. Filin laughed feebly and coughed."Oh, Cat, you never were a good liar," he said, as he slowly drifted off tosleep. "So many things I want to tell you. So little time..."He fell asleep between his real and fake daughters. Cat and Mick looked at eachother, but neither of them could think of anything to say.As they were leaving the home they were stopped by the receptionist."Ms. Filin?" she asked. "The director would like to see you and your friendbefore you leave, if it isn't too much trouble?". She always wanted to fulfill almost any fantasy (within reason) her sex partner had. She wasn't really all too freaky. I mean I don't think she would have gone for anything like golden or brown showers, not that I've ever been into anything like that! Just saying. Several times she'd dress very slutty and basically attack me and talk very nasty and dirty. That was pretty much the extent of my fantasies. Her main fantasy, however, was a little harder to fulfill. Randy told me she always wanted. Sari let out a little gasp, and rubbed her face.“I feel,” she said, then trailed off. I could see the spreading flush creeping across her shoulders and breasts and stomach. Without another word she knelt over the little stool, and the first dog mounted her immediately.Clutching her about the waist, he drove his penis into her with a vengeance, his thrusts vicious and brutal. She didn’t seem to mind, instead even pushing herself against him. It was when the bulge met her flesh that I heard her.