When she woke up, she seemed much calmer. She explored herself again andsaid that it hadn't been painful, that she had lowered herself onto mewith qui...te a bit of her weight and that had hurt some, but mostly it hadjust shocked the hell out of her. She took my hand then, and guided itdown between her pussy lips. My finger slipped between her outer folds,and then her inner folds, (she winced a little bit at that; she was drydown there at this point) and right where the opening should have. I looked around, made sure no one was watching, then slid my hands up to her tits. I knew her nipples would be rock hard. I pinched her nipples through her t shirt and said, "Why don't you buy that and put it on in the bathroom?" "You like it when I dress like a slut," she said. She was rubbing my cock with her ass, slowly up and down. I was squeezing her tits. "Yes. I love it when you dress like a slut." She turned around, rubbed my cock from the outside of my pants. "Fuck me like a little. That’s going to cost me dearly.”My wife smiled and asked, “Would a picture of what you are getting help any?”Then my wife slipped a picture across the table to me. I turned it over and saw my sister-in-law in a very tiny white bikini. She was everything that I had ever imagined her to be. She had wicked boobs, a tiny waist, and long delicious legs that went on forever. When I finally found my power of speech I asked, “A whole month and her in nothing but bikinis?”My wife smiled and said,. Now you can take them up on it,” I said.We finished our huge meal and were enjoying the last of the Barry's. “I don't have to work tonight or tomorrow night,” Azelia said. “What would you like to do?”“I think your training should be what we focus on first. I propose we get dressed and go explore the city. There are hundreds of places we can go to feed.”“I don't want to go out for a day on the town in my barmaid clothes. I should go home to change.”“I think you look stunning as you are,” I.