She worked the duster-handle into and out of herself with abandon until she reached orgasm.Then,clenching it in with her vaginal muscles,she stood up and looked around the room with the feathers tickling her thighs,clearly visible between her microdress and the elastics on her fishnet stockings.
Her memories,and the new,sated-for-now urges that had grown with her mammaries,warred in her mind for a moment.Will Rick understand my new needs?,she thought.
Feeling the urge to do maid work,yet reluctant to pull the duster out of its place between her legs,she walked around in the spike heeled pumps that had come with the costume,and added to her already impressive height enough that she could bump her head on the door.Beginning to work the duster in and out again with one hand,with the other she found a curious,magical-looking glass object on a shelf,picked it up and blew it off...
Fri Aug 20 14:19:06 1999