There were leather straps that held the outfit around her massive ass. The straps came around the front and held her shaved pussy tight, making the li...ps extended and puffy. The thought came to me that this was a good thing because otherwise it would be the old "roll her in flour to find the wet spot" joke. Behind these people were other partiers all watching the action in earnest. Some of the husbands sat at the women's feet, some wore choke collars. I watched the action until the suspended man. “Do you want a clue?” suggested Zach, distracting her, but not pulling her gown back down either. Zelda nodded her affirmative. “Nicole Kidman duplicated her pose a few years ago in 'Vogue'.”“I must have missed that.” his mother mused.“The painting hangs in the Met, a large canvas that shares the room with four women of equally imposing stature.” Zelda frowned thinking. She gave a little shake of her head, frustrated.“Her last name begins with a G and his an S.” Her son could see she still. It was about two miles from the college campus. One of Kurt’s friends was a co-owner.When Kurt came to pick Miranda up that evening, she wasn’t wearing her best clothes, just a tight-fitting t-shirt and her snug jeans. So this wasn’t some fancy event. She told me she’d be back late. I decided I wasn’t waiting up for her. I’d bicycle out there myself to have a look. It was dark when I got to the farm property. There were probably fifteen cars in the parking lot. The main building, the. One night, after our talk left me feeling a little funny down south, I wanted to see how far I could take my sleeping sister. After she had fallen asleep, I turned the heat up a little in the room and then started peeling the blanket and sheet of her sleeping body. There she was in her panties and sleep shirt sleeping soundly. I slowly picked up her arm and placed in over the front of her panties, right on top of her pussy. Then gently began using her hand to massage her pussy through her.