Beth says, “You’re getting her all wet down her Babe.” You pull back and say, “Are you finished?” She is wiping the shaving cream away and s...he says, “Yep, all done.” You move off the bed and push her out of the way, saying, “Good, I’ve thought about this all day.” You lean forward and open my pussy wide to your gaze. Looking up, you say, “Look what a perfect cunt this is. So pink and wet and so fucking tight and all mine.” Beth smiles down at you and says, “It’s a beautiful pussy. We showed it. The third and final fitting was also a final confirmation of Helen’s growing interest in me – in fact, in addition to her awareness of my physical charms (my breasts being a particular focus), it was clear that she was developing quite a crush on me, chattering away and eagerly agreeing with any comment that I made. At one point, when the designer briefly left the fitting room to take a phone call, and Helen and I were naked apart from our panties (mine this time being a sketchy thong in. A smack to my balls let me know that was a bad idea. I yelped in pain.“Bad boy, Sam!” Miss Laura shouted. “Don’t make Miss Yvonne laugh.”I have to admit, at this point, I was getting mad enough to give the chains a test.“Ah! Fuck!” Yvonne yelled and collapsed on me, covering my face with her breasts.Miss Laura told Yvonne to raise up, and she complied. I lifted my head and saw that Laura had not yet even gotten onto the bed. I guessed, correctly as I discovered later, that my mistress had. He asked what I would think if I saw her now with his big cock in her pussy, she told him she didn't care, she needed it. She felt him hitting up against the wall of her cervix, a feeling she had never had before and he said he knew he was "hitting bottom" but told her to relax he knew it would stretch. She said she could do nothing but moan "oh god, oh god" as she felt him using her pussy like it had never been used before. He asked her how many k**s she had besides her daughter and she told.