Now he picked up the empty wine bottle whose base was a little over three inches. He rammed it into her cunt. The neck and shoulder went in easily now..., but that is where it stuck. He began to ram it in and out while she shrieked from the pain. He was now forcing it with both hands.After nearly 15 minutes of being ****d by the bottle the body of it passed into her. He pushed it all the way home until the neck was pushing against her cervix, trying to force its way into her womb. She was. "Come on. You haven't seen anything. Upstairs in the bedrooms there's probably six or seven couples indulging themselves," he said matter-of-factly.All during this time, Clay had stroked her clitoris affectionately, with feather like strokes of his fingers, and she began to move her buttocks in small circles against his hand, unable to control her urge to do so. The building up of the delicious sensations slashed at her, converging on that spot where his finger insistently rubbed and titillated. Only last week Michael was in the attic rummaging around in the trunk where he kept Michele's accoutrements hidden away from his wife, when he had inadvertently stepped back into the trap door and fell to the floor banging his head.In an instant, the repressed memories of his life as the undercover transvestite flooded back into his brain. As he sat there rubbing his head, a smile crossed his face as he recalled the absolute pleasure he received when he was dressed as his alter ego Michele. I keptreminding myself I had no choice but deep down I was afraid to admit Iwas rather enjoying myself.I could see why so many women had so many clothes. I was enjoying theshopping with the exception of the overly attentive sales staff. I'dfound an additional sun dress, some yoga pants and sweater for loungingaround in, and an exercise bra to keep my breasts in line as I ran ordid any kind of clandestine sneaking. Marta informed me that thecelebration would be in a few days and that Naomi would.