Her hair was tied up around her head revealing pretty facial features and lips that pouted full. She was, by definition a big, beautiful woman who ma...tched all criteria of Mike’s next act.“I have here, a vial of rare magical water that make clothes invisible and the body willing to my commands”. He turned to Gemma who stared back nervously. The room grew quiet as Mike raised the vial and with a flick of his wrist, splashed it down the front of Gemma’s dress.The liquid soaked into the fabric. "What is this?" The woman with the baby looked up at them in interest.Emily pulled a driver's licence out of her purse. "Here. Can you do it? My fingers hurt."Annie read the driver's licence. The name on it read 'Alice Springs'. She cocked her head and looked at Emily questioningly. "Why does it..." Emily glared at her, and nodded ever so slightly towards the woman with the baby. "Oh," she said, figuring out that 'Alice Springs' was a false identity, which made it a lie, which would make it. I really wanted the couriers to be bicycle types, but I knew that was impractical. Vicksburg MS wasn’t New York City. We would probably force the couriers to drive their own cars.I called on the burner phone then went over, so we were in the office of the Gym drinking coffee when the conversation began. Lucinda was nowhere to be found so I started without her.“We are going to have to tell the drivers about the weed. They don’t have to know where it comes from, but they might get a talkative old. Martha was opening up so many worlds to me. Worlds full of funky, hairy pussy. Longing to be touched and sucked.By this time Martha had begun dressing me in bra and panties sets, in front of Maureen, and spanking me hard in front of Maureen. It just added to my excitement and humiliation.?MEET THE PARENTS ?But the weirdest twist here, of many twists, was meeting her parents. As I mentioned before, her mother was a successful artist. A sculptor, actually. That's how Martha could afford that.