"Do they fit?" Bethany asked, and suddenly Laura remembered that she was supposed to be trying on the other underpants. "Um, still trying!" she said, and began to hurriedly try on the rest of the sets picked out for her. As reality she had seen before, the remaining lingerie was all very slutty, but group still she put each one on to check. She needed to get out of the shop and get to the strip club - she didn't have time to pick out more choices, especially as she didn't know how long her party blackout had been. She would have to try these and buy them if they remotely fit. They only needed to last until Alistair saw them anyway. The first pair was little more than string. The crotch of the panties vanished between her labia and ass cheeks, and the bra looked more like tit bondage than something designed for support. In the mirror she looked like a total rapetoy. "Obedient bitch", said her mind, and her twat got even wetter. The second had cut-out windows for her twat and nipples and offered no concealment. ("Good cunt", said the mirror.) The third was sexy but concealing, but it had the words "use me" stenciled on the bra cups and the crotch. ("Well-behaved fucktoy", said the mirror.) And the fourth was a half-cup bra that stopped short of her nipples, blowjob and a tassel that appeared to clip onto her labia rather than panties. ("You were made for raping", she thought, and was aware that cunt juices were now dribbling down her inner thigh.) None of the bras fit properly - they were all too small, and hurt - but Laura didn't have time to ask for a more appropriate size for these ones. They would have to do. She wondered why they didn't fit, and guessed Brunette that maybe the level of arousal she had been in had made her tits swell or become engorged. She was mortified to think her tits were even bigger than they had been but could do nothing about it. She changed through each of the outfits as quickly as possible without really thinking about them, and then dressed in her work clothes, and went to the counter, where Bethany was waiting. "Those are all fine," Laura said. We could see into the windows of rooms in the other Hotel about 50 yards away. That included seven men (that had given her the drug and their friends), two broom poles, miscellaneous tools. James was a wild man as he kept telling them to cum in my ass and pussy. I suddenly felt a little sick to my stomach, I was nervous and I had been drinking all evening. To add up to this, she had called him 'naughty'. So blowjob beautiful she was, so beautiful when she was in pain. I say to my ladies, “Darlings, I want time with each one of you tonight. As soon as the thought formed in her head that they wanted to *see* her breasts, she felt an idea in her mind - “I must be useful to my people” - and just like that she found herself baring her newly-enlarged fuckbags to their gaze. A quick peck was all I let us have, before I got up and off the bed, held out my hand. “You’re ranked number one, Colonel de Santo,” he says reality coldly. A tremor moved through Jenny as I began to massage it, working my fingers between the pads of her toes and sending bliss rushing through the muscles underneath. I had to go out of the cubicle to get it. Jane didn't appear to realise what was going on I thought. Watch me please the clients. Enora rolled her eyes. Then I dried and covered me with a dry bath towel. “Yeah. My pussy was so juicy. He had already done his part. Don pleaded, "Just for a moment, and then we'll quit!" It was a week Brunette group after Sheila party had her first gangbang , today was the 1st day back at her master/son's dungeon . Also present was her son's wife Cindy & mother-in-law Nina , both were topless with thong briefs & 4 inch spiked heels with dog-collars that read "Slave " ballgagged , both ladies sitting watching their master skullfucking Sheila . Sheila hadnt been alllowed to suck dick for a week & for her now was a relief . In her brainwashed mind , one of her major responsibilities in life was to get fucked & suck dick . Rocky had called her earlier in the week & demanded that she dye her graying hair , a fiery fake red colour . With her light complexion Sheila now looked like a complete fuck face. As if he was fucking the air. Susan and Sandy were in a passionate lip lock. But, she couldn't... not yet. Yeah there is shit done between my people and you but my people can’t let this go. Of course, I knew it was all a farce, but I excelled even in living a farce.