"This is it!" she cooed in triumph, holding up an 'LBD' - a littleblack dress. Of a stretchy material with the appearance of blackcrushed velvet, with... an upper bodice and long sleeves of a very fineblack mesh, over a sweetheart neckline, it was flatteringly form-fitting, and of mid-thigh length. Carol thrilled at the sight of it.She remembered buying it, trying it on, but perhaps because of thesheer scale of her collection, she had forgotten all about it since.Given the corset and breast forms. "I will just tell them you were a bad boy and needed some corner time. Besides, this room is seldom used, so I could close the door, turn out the lights, lock it from the outside and nobody will even know you're in here. I'm sure I could get some things to make you more comfortable if I feel you need to stay in here." We need to keep this between us, okay?" is my lone comment. "Well, I suppose so. For awhile, at least. But, if you are naughty, I will stand you in the nearest open corner, no. She left it there as she slapped his ass with her hand a few times. The slight stinging sensations of her slaps, combined with the intensity of the cock stretching, him, was truly wonderful and Brad just wanted more and more. He wanted more slapping and more fucking...just more and MORE. Ally pulled the cock out and bent to lick his gaping asshole with her hot hungry tongue.Brad bucked and twisted at the sensation of her hot wet tongue on his sensitive exposed asshole. It was an indescribable. The pain he caused could propel new art, but this pursuit of revenge did nothing to bring new beauty to the world.“You going to fuck my little lamia?” Sven asked, his voice strained by the pleasure of his sex slave’s sucking. “She’s a horny thing.”Zanyia purred loudly about Sven’s dick.I turned my attention to the lamia. Her pussy dripped juices down her thighs, her tawny bush soaked by her excitement. Her sweet musk filled my nose as her tail coiled about my left breast. She flicked it,.