The overhead fixture flooded the room with light. Anyone lucky enough to be walking by the room's window would get quite a view of his little wife.He ...grinned as he told her she was going to get to wear the brand new dress she liked so much. Lanny helped his drugged wife slip her new black dress. He fastened the row of buttons half way up the back.It was a stunning little dress. One thin strap held the insufficient triangles of the bodice in place. It tied at the back of her neck. The sides of. .In his dream, he could feel her amazement, her rush of confidence as shelooked at herself in the mirror in the costume.She practically floated all the way to the school's Halloween party.Once there, the confidence she had acquired sustained her through the fewnegative comments, and she focused on the compliments she receivedinstead. Finally, at the end of the dance, she gave a solid kiss to a boyshe'd had a crush on, and skipped home.That night, she lay in her bed still in the costume hugging. " Lucy?" She pleaded. I understood. Our sister was in worse shape, if less depressed. Lucy was upstairs where she committed her twelve years of slavehood onto Lewis's cock. He should have melted in pleasure but he kept his mask of displeasure uncracked. He had a firm hand, a certain savoir faire that I ... respected. He knew how to be disappointed with greatness. Lucy thrived in that situation; Nadine was beaten down. I just knew I couldn't afford to slip up."It's getting cold," Nadine. . fuck, fuck fuuuccckkk!"Christina convulsed wildly as she coated my tongue and face in her savory juices. I eased up on her as I leisurely lapped at her engorged labia. She jumped a little every time I crossed her clit. As she settled, my devilish mind thought that it was time to do something that I hadn't done with her before. Her cute little pink rosebud was beckoning me for some attention, and I had to respond. I moved my tongue lower each time I ran across her open slit. After five or.