We had a few glasses of wine and talked about what kinks we were into. He was into the idea of fucking a girl that had a small cock. This was pretty m...uch what he got with me. I wasn't asking for monetary compensation. I only asked that he replace my stockings if he ripped the ones I had on. It's strange how lately, more and more religious guys like to engage in bisexual liaisons. Their wives just don't seem to give them what they want. I put on a little lingerie, makeup, heels and cosplay wig,. ..Bobbie allowed herself to be dazzled by an armada of green sequins asshe opened the box.It was a dress. Oh, Heather. It's beautiful.At the box's bottom were some elbow length gloves in a shimmery gold.She knew that they were meant to compliment the dress. Damn, Heather.The time she spent on getting ready this afternoon was about to dwarfher preparations for the Winter Ball. Getting the dress on was simple,zipping it up, no so much. You could always tell a Heather Sweetoriginal by not being. ' I giggled as I took it off the manikin. It wasalso a bubblegum pink and poofed out at the waist, ending at the knees.It had a cute white bow in the back. I kept giggling as I stepped into itand zipped it up.'Oh no!'"What what? Did it rip?" I asked as I tried to twist to see.'No your tights are getting dirty from the floor. Quick the shoes!' Igrabbed the white high heeled boots that were next to the dress and satdown to slide my feet into them. I zipped and tied each one and they cameup to my. Tiff reached over and slapped her softly on the shoulder with a look of disgust on her face. Jen leaned in intently toward Tiff like she was waiting for the winning numbers to the lottery. Tiff squirmed in her seat, looking at the card, then back at us, finally putting it down.“Ok, I can’t lie about this one because Jen knows better. I have from time to time, uh ... you know, done it at work.” she confessed.Jen howled in delight and was laughing hysterically, much to Tiff’s dismay. Tiff.