Once satisfiedI moved onto the garter belt,hooking it around my waist.Next I carefullyslid each stocking up my smooth legs.I was getting more and more...turned onas I pulled my black lacy panties up my legs.My cock straining in itssmall chastity cage.After attaching the garters it was time to slide thefrench maids dress on over my head.The hem of the skirt just came to thetops of my stockings.My panties would show if I bent over but I didn'tmind because I love being a slut.Next I put on the 6. The civilized idea that ‘this was wrong’, or ‘this isn’t how people treat each other’ was no longer a concern, or even an obstacle anymore, but merely a sign or a notice along the path of my actions. I knew it was wrong, but only in theory, only in a world where we played civilization, and that didn’t stop me because he decided not to play anymore. Part of me was glad to play this new free form game. I had been playing it all along as I was watching my wife get raped, my life stolen, my. It was New Years Eve of my senior year in high school, I had been dating Harry since seventh grade and now we were 18 and I just knew we were going to marry. So much so that I let Harry have his way with me since I was 15. We screwed in his bed, my bed, his parents bed, the couch, kitchen table, floor, bath tub, shower, basement, on the dryer, the porch, his back yard, the front seat, back seat, the locker room at school, a picnic table in the park, at the beach, just about anywhere we went. I. .. Girls! Gavin's gaze locked on one image in particular, and, after more clicking, it expanded.Elena was not particularly impressed. The girl's hair was nice, but the tits were obviously fake, and the position she'd been filmed in looked decidedly uncomfortable. She was leaning forward, her face pressed against the floor, with both of her improbably sized breasts hanging down. Her legs were spread as far open as she could manage, of course, and she appeared to be inserting...Is that a banana?.