Allan, the local state trooper, had warned Rory what to expect from a confrontation with the Chicago cop. Allen tried to persuade Rory to wear a bulle...tproof vest, but he refused.Rory knew all that he needed to know about the asshole who had just stopped his SUV just outside the farmhouse fence. The driver used a cop trick designed to be intimidating, by waiting in the car for some time, before opening the door and stepping out in his freshly cleaned and starched uniform. He brandished a. She affixed the wig to my head by pinning it to my hair withhair pins."You look fantastic. Walk around the store and pick out some stockings,panties and brassieres; it will give you practice walking in those highheels. There were mirrors everywhere and I was startled several timesbecause I thought I was looking at another customer. But Betty hadlocked the door and she and I were the only two people in the store. Icame back to the counter with my arms full of lingerie. She showed me apink silk. What is a slave’s first duty?”“And a Cambridge graduate!” Barb exclaimed. “Good grief! Didn’t they teach you anything?” She laughed when the girl just shook her head with a lovely smile on her face. “A slave’s first and most important duty is to do those things that make her master happy. Understand?”“Yes, Mistress,” Marion replied softly. “I understand.”“Good!” Barb exclaimed. “Now let me try to make it simple enough for even a slave to understand. The idea of taking your money is making your. I didn’t mind the schoolgirl look. It made my husband hard. I had a petite body, my breasts barely more than A-cups, so I could pull it off. I slid out of my clothing in record time, my small tits jiggling. I revealed my shaved twat dripping with excitement.Natalie was a busty woman. She had large and soft tits. The perfect boobs for a MILF to have. She had a black bush gleaming with her juices and such wonderful curves. She was fit. In shape. It made me hot knowing her son had enjoyed her.