It wasthe postman, and he asked him just to leave the parcel. No deal, saidthe postman, has to be signed for, I'm downstairs in the lobby. Scottpaled,... but knew he had to get the parcel. He took a deep breath, pulledhis pinny off, and slid into one of Rebeccas long coats. He went out ofthe flat leaving the door ajar, everything was quiet, and ran to thelift and headed down to the lobby. H stepped out of the lift, andignored the postmans gasp of surprise, as his coat fell open revealinghis pink. You're going to love it." Emily opened the door and led Jane inside, keeping her arm around Jane's waistto steer her and avoid any collisions. Jane felt herself being turned thisway and that but knew at all times where she was since she had been in thehouse so many times. "Oh. You pulled up the carpet," said Jane as an effort to frustrateher captor. She figured that if she demonstrated that she was not being confusedand that she knew what was going on around her, then Emily might grow tiredof. I fidgeted, aroused but uncomfortable. "See if you like this dress," Sally said as she pulled a yellow sundress over her slim body. The dress slid into place and she turned to look at herself in the full length mirror that covered the wall across from the dressing room door. My gaze fell to how the dress nicely shaped her rear. "I like it," I answered, "you look really good in it." She smiled and looked back at me. "I guess this is a keeper. My ass looking okay to you back there mister?" I. I am loud. I don’t care. I can’t control it. I don’t want to.I want to be his bitch.My orgasm goes on. It never truly fades. Even as I come down from it, I feel another starting to build slowly. His meaty fat knot presses fully against my welcoming lips, locking his now enormous dick inside of me. The heat of his throbbing member, of the continuous eruptions of his cum, of his heavy build holding me down and claiming me.I am given no respite, and I don’t want any.The fingers of my right hand,.