He tried on lots of tops first until he found one which suited him. I told him how well he looked and jokingly asked if he wanted a bust to go with it... He blushed and told me that he’d wanted to dress up for ages but his ex didn’t want him to. I found an old padded bra and some silicon push ups which gave him some cleavage under the top. I asked if he wanted to go the rest of the way and when he agreed I got out some stockings and skirts I thought would suit him. Luckily I had a pair of boots. It was the same sawing gusto, but I felt it go deeper. Again I felt the last bit where it was pressed really deep and this was so deep that it definitely couldn't be Master's cock.Only a couple of minutes later I was again assaulted by a cock in me. My Gods. Master was actually having strange men fuck me somewhere on a parking place in Sweden. How many more would he put to me? I was nothing but a fuck hole to them. I might as well have been a rubber doll. There was a longer and longer pause. "He and I must talk. You may read for a while."They rose, kissed her cheek, glanced at me, smiled and hurried away, jabbering at each other, petticoats and pinafores flapping."I don't envy you," I said.She just shook her head. "They say my man was killed up north, with Montgomery. They buried him in Canada." That's been a while," I said."Yes," she agreed, "they've both ripened since he's been gone." Hard to put a lid on that."She nodded. "They were raped a year or so ago, when these beasts. ”“Well, he wants me to help with the planning and setting it up.”“Wow, that’s wonderful, Sharifa. I hope we can see each other often?”“You can bet on that.”Just then both girls heard a familiar discreet cough.“Zub! Oh, Zub, it’s so wonderful to see you,” declared Sharifa as she hugged her grandmother affectionately.“Well, Doctor Sharifa Abdullah, let’s have a look at you,” said Princess Zubeydeh as she stepped back and inspected her granddaughter, “I must say you look none the worse for wear.