I could certainly afford them, and my delight in wearing her choices, and wearing them well, made us both happy. Beneath the tailored cloth, black lac..., silk stockings, and old-fashioned suspenders all entered my wardrobe, occasionally as gifts from Margaret, more often as my gifts to her. Makeup too, which as a feminist I had almost entirely renounced, Margaret took a delight in delicately and with surprising skill applying to my face, darkening my eyes, reddening my lips, helping me to become. But, by degrees, watch-chains, necklaces, parti-colored scarfs, embroidered bodices, velvet vests, elegantly worked stockings, striped gaiters, and silver buckles for the shoes, all disappeared; and Gaspard Caderousse, unable to appear abroad in his pristine splendor, had given up any further participation in the pomps and vanities, both for himself and wife, although a bitter feeling of envious discontent filled his mind as the sound of mirth and merry music from the joyous revellers reached. ” she said to whoever she was with then tapped on her phone several times before throwing it back on the bed. Seconds later another message came up on my screen. “Enjoy the show!x”As I watched Sarah shuffled forwards on top of the guy she was entertaining so she was straddling his waist then her hand reached down between her legs and she got hold of his cock, which was enormous. “Ok, lets see if we can squeeze this big boy in.” she said as she rubbed the tip of it between her pussy lips several. Amber knew where this was going. She knew they'd be having sex and she didn't want that. She didn't want to get hurt anymore than she already was. She knew she'd be crying over the unreturned love she felt for Britney. It was bad enough that she would already be crying about John.Britney's lips brushed Amber's ever so gently. Amber's resolve nearly crumbled when Britney placed her hands on Amber's breasts."Britney, please stop this," whispered Amber."You need this, sweetie," purred Britney..