Pretty I might be, smartly dressed and living in a nice home, but sometimes I need to be this, I need to do this.That night, again, so many nice and n...ormal years, I watched Jenny dress that way. I’d never dreamt that she kept those kind of clothes. The little black leather skirt that was little more than a belt. The top over a balcony bra that pushed her pert tits up. I watched her dress that way, rolling the stockings, clipping the tops to her suspender belt. We hadn’t rowed or anything, there. Renee had expected her baby bump to take her off the modeling circuit for at least a year until she got her figure back. Instead, she became even more sought after as a supermodel. Whether it was sexy nude photography, lingerie for expectant mothers, or contemporary clothing for those in a family way, she was the number one choice. Ellen and Rhonda (Renee's agent) negotiated her rates into the stratosphere, and no one blinked so they did it again and again.Jessica Slarinsky's paper was. As soon as they reached the turnout and parked, Mark opened both the cargo door and the side door of their van. Melissa opened the back door of their camper and the first load of gold statuary came floating through the air toward them. Angela screamed.Melissa told her, "Relax, Mother, calm down. It's all right. These are gold statues and scrolls. We must be careful not to harm them." But, but that thing carrying them. It floated in the air." Angela was on the verge of hysteria. Her once safe. I smiled, loving her jaw chewing, eating the fruit covered in my tangy musk.“Oh, yes, just enjoy the fruit coated in my cream. Peaches and cream, your favorite.”“Yes, Mistress, thank you, Mistress,” she said before nuzzling in and snagging another piece of fruit.Her curving ass wiggled back and forth. Bruises were blossoming across it, blotches of purple fading to browns and yellows. It added splashes of character to her heart-shaped rump. I loved the squirming.Her pussy was on fire. She.