We come back to dad. Laura offers to take tags to checkout and for me tostay in the skirt and blouse.Dad's no help here. He's just squinting at me wit...h his head cocked. I tryto find a reason to change back."I have no pockets here to put my wallet in," I complain."There're some cute purses on sale," Laura offers and dad just nods hishead yes.A couple of minutes later I have my wallet in my new purse and put thepurse over my shoulder. All the tags are cut and ring up at the cashierand my shorts. Yes, it had been a nearly perfect honeymoon, marred only by her memories, nagging recollections of how she had given herself to Mark beneath the elm tree on her father's ranch, and what had happened after that with three other males that she should never have had to come close to, who had taken advantage of her weakness. And thoughts of that had made her feel unworthy on her wedding day.Now, it seemed that two weeks of unbounded sexual indulgence with her new husband had purged her mind of that. My heart aches with love for him as he runs up the path towards me, ever since his bastard of a father left us to run away with his underage girlfriend, it's been just me and Tommy, with the occasional dalliance with my friend Sarah when I get particularly horny!"Hya mummy" he says brightly, then stops in his tracks when he notices the dark circles of my nipples beneath the sheer blouse,"Ooh mummy, you look lovely, are we going out?"I smile down at him and ease a heavy breast out into my hand,. .Do everything you have ever wantedto do to a slut!" Cumbag whispered.The two boys that had tied the loop of rope to her tits admired their work. Eachtit was rapped with about 5 coils of rope at the base of each tit. The rope hungdown to just past her cunt. They boys looked at the rope, then at each other."I think it will work...But I guess we do need to get rid of that fucking stick,though." he said as his friend nodded his agreement.Cumbag's cunt was starting to juice, and sweat, when she.