My little sissy heart skipped a beat.On each man's arm was a younger woman, one more beautiful than theother, both dressed in the very finest designer... gowns that sensuouslyclung to their perfect figures. Hair, makeup and accessories werefashion magazine perfect. These two women not only redefined "armcandy," but took it to an entirely new level.Mummy warmly greeted all four of them and then introduced them to me,"Dani, these are Mr. and Mrs. Prendergast and Lord and Lady Homequest.I did my. “Where is your sidearm?” She slipped her hand deep under her skirt, along her hip and pulled out an extraordinarily compact 9mm.“Take off the safety.” Her thumb complied without question. “Put it to your temple.” Without the barest fear, she held the handgun to her head, finger still on the trigger guard, not on the trigger. “I am going to fuck you now. If you cum, I want you to pull the trigger and blow your brains out.” Her eyes flickered. This was a dangerous game and she knew she. Greg dive-bombed that first, lapping up a bit of his cum.Her outer lips were still bright red and he pulled on those with his fingers. She moved. He gently touched her clit and she flinched, “Not yet.” He knew.Greg gripped her hips with his hands and was strong enough to lift her middle, opening her sex even wider. He pulled at the outer lips with his own lips, first one side, then the other. Instinctively, he knew when to switch. On the third switch, he tried his tongue.He lapped her outer. It was fairly easy to tell that he was wearing a bra. Theextra material in that area plus the two sets of shoulder strapsthat showed through made it almost impossible not to notice. As time went on Chris started wearing my underwear more andmore and it wasn't long before Miss Summers noticed that along withthe camisole, he was also wearing a bra. She even suggested oncethat he try padding it a little. I knew then that I didn't have toworry about sending Chris out wearing even more.