I slid into the dress and checked myself out in the mirror. The top half of my breasts were showing above the bra line of the dress. They looked so ro...und and big, and they appeared to be so squished tightly against the dress—which they were. The combination of my push up bra, small corset, and tight dress made it quite difficult to breathe. Turning around, I could see that the dress perfectly outlined my plump and curvy ass. In fact, the dress was so thin that it was a bit translucent: you. Brittany was sprawled out on the bed, her wet black hair spilling around her like an oil slick. Her legs were parted slightly, one hand rested on her tight, flat tummy while the other pulled on a hard nipple. She licked her lips and asked Cade innocently, “Would you like to stick that big hard cock in my mouth?” She batted her lashes at him teasing. Cade grinned at her wolfishly and moved towards her. Andrea climbed onto the bed next to Brittany getting on her hands and knees, her ass facing. Myra immediately began to prepare the bedroom. She lit numerous candles around the room, put into the bedside CD-player/alarm clock a disc that started up at once, filling the room softly with a gothic metal sound that suggested lonely moors, dungeons and damsels in considerable distress. Next Myra pulled from under the bed a large bag of toys and fetish clothing items. The toys arrayed, she stripped naked, and grasping a riding crop in her mouth she knelt in front of the bed with her arms. They felt a real urgency as they pushed through the snow. It was not likely that anyone would survive for days in this environment without proper equipment. They feared that their window of opportunity for finding Steve alive was rapidly closing. They were not looking for a body. They searched likely areas where a man in distress would look for shelter during a storm. They looked for caves in the hillside, smoke in the air, tracks in the snow, and deadfalls where downed trees could offer some.