She set it on the bed and opened it. Tim noticed the faintsmell of after-shave, and the familiar baseball cap and tennis shoes aswell as his T-shirts... and pants. She then closed the case and set itaside."You're not quite healed dahling so I wouldn't leave just yet. But thereyou are," she said motioning to the little suitcase sitting on the tableacross the room. "As soon as you get your last check up and releaseyou'll be free to go," she said point blank as she looked at Tim, and,she wasn't. She guided the girthy dildo into the drooling mouth of her hungry cunt while I watched and she pushed down hard onto it until there was no room for her fist to hold it in place. As her legs met the table she trembled, her head fell back, and from beneath my belt loop saliva traced the angular slope of her chin.I leaned forward and kissed her gently on the cheek as she panted to keep up with her evasive breath. I said "good girl" and her eyes fell graciously closed with relief as her breathing. I did my best but was feeling washed out after Rachel had withdrawn that silicon cock from me. Rachel's cock bobbed around in mid air describing circles as I pushed up further into her. I reached up and squeezed her tit flesh, her hands covered mine and squeezed them even harder, enough to signal to me what she wanted. She had changed in a matter of minutes from dominant to submissive. My nails bit into the exposed breast flesh. Her eyes bore into mine - taking the pain - and probably wanting. Our next port of call was to find me some sandals - (Sandra was alreadywell supplied with appropriate footwear). I ended up with a pair of pinkflip-flops; cream canvas wedgies with a rope trim; and two pairs ofstrappy, heeled sandals.Then came the difficult bit; evening wear! We spent hours traipsing fromone shop to another - (I loved every minute of it); trying on longdresses; short dresses; even a few skimpy dresses - Sandra quicklyvetoed these! "We don't want to appear to be a couple of.