I undid her blouse as she unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Her blouse came off to reveal a simple white bra struggling to contain thos...e big beautiful tits. I buried my face in her cleavage as I reached behind and undid the straps and let the bra fall away. All I could say was Wow! Being a tit man, even I was impressed by those puppies! They were just a work of art and I used both hands to cup a boob each and suck and kiss them all over. Her nipples were rock hard and she moaned. Felicia´s husband looked pleased enough to see her this way, but it was always hard to tell with him. When she felt the familiar collar buckled around her throat, she knew she would once more be serving his twisted lusts. This time he began by stripping her her bare and raising her cuffed hands to the ceiling hook above the bed. The addition of straps around her tighs, chained out to the edges of the bed, forced her wide open. This made it most convenient for her spouse to play between her. As she headed to her bedroom to change out of her mourning clothes, she passed by a mirror. Even through her grief, Galbracht's training took over, and she instinctively adopted a sexy pose. Bright orange, the color of mourning among Galbracht's people, didn't really suit her, but the outfit did flatter her long-legged, wasp-waisted, full-breasted figure; Vip's girls always looked hot, even in mourning.In an attempt to regain her composure, Jessy had the mirror zoom in on her face; unlike the. The only problem was, when she went to put the tights on, there was a big rip in them, and that was the last pair, which meant she would need to wear "thigh highs" (like stockings, but with rubber around the top to stop them falling down). After a mini melt down about this, she is finally ready, and I take her, picking up her friend on the way, out to town for their night out .Pretty early the following morning, I get a drunken phone call from her, asking if I will pick her up, but she doesn't.