The hors d'oeuvres were sitting in the middle of the table. As Ali entered, Joan turned to her and pouted. "Ali, you're no fair! Kathy said I couldn't... wear my waitress uniform."Ali turned to Connie and asked, "What will you have to drink? Incidentally, Joan's waitress uniform is a tiny white apron about the size of a postage stamp, net stockings, and spike heels — that's all. She's even shaved her pubic hair." Ali said, "Joan, I'll have a martini. Kathy, call Fred and have him pick me up at. Then again, what woman doesn't?" She hated this! Her mind was screaming NO but her pussy was on fire. Her own body was betraying her! This made her very angry and his and at herself. She couldn't even see what her captor looked like! "I think you're ready for my cock in your sweet virgin cunt. You're so fucking hot for it. I am just going to rip right into it so I can hear you scream when my 11 inch cock pops your cherry." "I would rather fuck a dog! You can't fucking do this to me!" She. I pulled the covers back down and sat up in bed and looked over at the phone still showing no voicemail. I let out a sigh and I saw her eyes follow mine to the phone but she didnt say anything. Then we heard my mom call for dinner and headed down together. Sherri and my dad were also there and as usual Elizabeth had them all eating out of the palm of her hand. She seemed to find a way to make anyone comfortable and anyone to laugh. In fact she was so nice to Sherri that I felt a little bit. My bra and knickers were not especially sexy – just a dark grey cotton – but the shock of my undressing seemed to make his eyes widen and his lungs inflate. He sat down on the edge of the bed as I rummaged through the box, pulled out a simple grey dress and began to step into it, standing side–on to him. As I expected, the dress was a little tight, and it picked up my ass a little as I pulled it up and eased my bottom half into it. I looked at him momentarily. He was staring at my body,.