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 Acquisition 26/38 (BDSM, NC, VOY, HUM, FF, M+/F) by Headhunter

   Pam dressed in her mommy clothes on the patio and headed across the
yards to her home.  Her steps were short and choppy.  The presence of the
butt plug was making itself felt.  She was also trying to shift gears from
the frenzied sexual exhibitionism of the last few hours to her shy wife and
doting mom persona.  "Was she still that person?" Pam asked herself.  She
had displayed herself in the most wanton way tonight.  She had sucked men's
cocks into her mouth and she had swallowed a man's cum.  She would never
have done those things before.  She would never have done those things if
Bess hadn't ordered her.  But she couldn't deny that she had enjoyed them.
The men had called her a cunt, and talked about her body as if she were a
piece of meat with no value except as a sex toy.  And she had felt things
that she had never felt before.

   In Pam's dress pocket were the Ben Wa balls.  She walked slowly,
disjointed images rolling through her mind.  Cocks and cooking, dishes and
dildos, kids and cunts all jumbled together.  She entered her home quietly,
suddenly realizing that that she must be giving off a tell- tale odor and
looked a mess.  She hadn't even wiped off the make up she had put on.

   She met her husband as he entered the kitchen.  "I thought I heard you
come in.  How was the dinner?"

   "Fine," Pam answered quietly.

   Bill continued, "I didn't think you would stay for the whole thing, it's
10 o'clock.  The girls are in their room and I'm going to hit the bed
myself.  We have an 8:00 tee time, that means I'll have to get up at 6:30."

   "Yeah, I'm tired too.  The kitchen at Bess' was hot." She hoped the lie
would explain her bedraggled appearance.

   "Hey you have something on your cheek," Bill noticed.  He pulled his
handkerchief from his pocket and licked the corner.  Then he stepped up to
his wife and dabbed at her cheek.

   "Just a little spot of something white and crusty," he said.

   Pam' panicked on the inside.  "My God, what if he can tell?  I should
have cleaned up before I came home, but Bess rushed me out so fast."

   Pam willed herself to answer calmly.  "Oh, it must be the special sauce
that Bess had on the desert.  It splattered and got everywhere, I guess I
missed a spot."

   Bill finished cleaning the dried cum from her face and put his
handkerchief back in his pocket.

   "There, all clean, honey," and he kissed the cheek he had just wiped.

   He hadn't noticed anything wrong, "Thank God," the housewife thought. 
Then she continued out loud, "Bill, I'm a mess, I need to hit the shower."
Pam headed upstairs as fast as she could.  In the bathroom she noticed that
she didn't have her rings.  Bess still had them.  "God, I hope Bill doesn't
notice." It would be OK.  She could tell Bill that she took them off while
preparing the meal and forgot to put them back on.  She sometimes did that
at home.

   Pam climbed into a hot shower.  As she scrubbed herself clean, she
couldn't scrub away the guilt she felt about lying to Bill.  She would have
to get that handkerchief out of his pants and wash it.

   But as she ran her soapy hands over her body Pam soon forgot the guilt
and even laughed to herself about the lie, "a desert sauce!" Then she
sensuously stroked her legs with the washcloth.

   Once she was scrubbed clean Pam wrapped a bathrobe around herself and
picked up her clothes to put in the hamper.  She heard the Ben Wa balls
click together in the pocket of her discarded dress.

   She couldn't help herself.  In just moments she dropped the robe and was
sitting naked on the toilet.  Using one hand to hold herself open and the
other to slip the steel balls into her cunt.  She shivered as she stood and
slipped on a pair of panties.  Staring in the mirror she caressed her
breasts.  "God, I'm horny all the time these days," Pam said out loud to
her reflection.  Since being on Bess' diet she had always felt hungry and
empty.  But now, for some reason, the fullness in her ass and cunt from the
balls and plug filled not only her holes, but the emptiness that had been
gnawing at her for weeks.

   Pam and Bill slept soundly, but early in the morning Pam woke and looked
at her husband who was sleeping peacefully.  Her pussy and ass were on
fire. She wasn't used to being so completely filled for such lengths of
time and never her ass.  The butt plug would take some getting used to, she
decided.  Despite the presence of the foreign objects, she was highly
aroused.  Her attention fell to the only object it could in this situation,
her slumbering husband.  Pam gently pulled back the sheet covering his
body. She could see some skin at the fly flap of his pajama bottoms.  Bill
had a morning semi-erection.  Pam was drawn to it.  Before she could stop
herself, her hand was spreading open his fly and exposing his cock to the
morning light.  Bill stirred momentarily before settling back, still
asleep. Pam gently used a finger to pry the semi-hard cock out of the fly.
She licked her lips unconsciously, and thought how nice it would be to take
his warm prick into her mouth.  But Bill stirred again.  Pam quickly turned
away, feigning sleep as her husband roused himself and headed into the
bathroom.  She wished she could show Bill all of the wonderful things she
had learned over the past few months, but he would never understand.  His
knowledge of her was as a chaste wife and mother; and his lack of sexual
awareness was beginning to frustrate the 'new' Pam to no end.

   Pam struggled out of bed and put on her bathrobe.  As she moved, both
her ass and cunt became moist making the objects inside of her more
comfortable and soothing the dryness that had occurred overnight.

   She headed for the kitchen to prepare Bill's breakfast.  She did this
more out of her continued guilt rather than a desire to please him.  Soon
Bill was off for his golf day and Pam was preparing her kids breakfast. 
They were bundles of energy in the morning and her bundles of joy.  She
enjoyed the early morning with them, eating breakfast and talking.  Then
they were off on their bikes to visit friends on Saturday morning.

   As the kids were leaving the phone rang.  it was Bess instructing her to
"get over here for a workout." She also said that they would do some late
morning, early afternoon tanning since it was going to be a warm sunny day.

   Pam quickly dressed in shorts and a pullover shirt.  She left her
panties on, but didn't bother with a bra.  Pam wrote the girls a note,
telling them to make themselves a sandwich when they got home at lunch. 
She added, "XXX's and OOO's Love, Mom.  PS I will be at Bess' house."

   Pam headed across the grass with an excited gate, not even the butt plug
slowing her down.  The grass was still moist with the morning dew, and the
new day held promise.  Pam felt a comfort as she stripped off her clothes
on the patio.  Bess had left the back door open with only the screen door
shut.  The air was cool and sweet.

   Inside Pam found her rings on the table, but no 'Mr.  Friendly.' She
left the rings where they were, deciding to put them on later.  She called
out to Bess and headed to the basement when she heard her reply, "Get down
here to exercise."

   Once there she asked Bess if she could go to the bathroom.  Her butt
plug hadn't been out since last night and simply put she needed to take a
shit.

   Bess said, "Yes, and leave it out when you are finished, but keep the
balls in.  I think that exercising with something nestled inside your pussy
will be enjoyable for you."

   After returning from the bathroom Pam felt like her sphincter was open
and was concerned that she might soil herself during the strenuous workout.
Bess had her bend over and inspected Pam's asshole, even slipping a finger
into the sphincter opening to check for tightness.  She declared that it
was fine and to start working out.  But Pam's feeling of openness remained,
although she didn't have any accidents.

   The exercise routine went quickly even with the additional weight that
Bess had Pam use.  Her muscles were well defined now, but still with a
feminine roundness that was very sexy.  After the work out Bess took Pam's
weekly measurements and to the delight of both women, Pam had made it to
every goal-- except for the increase in breast size.  Her chest was larger
but not quite the 38 inch D-cup Bess wanted.  "I'll have to think of
another way to firm up and increase the size of your tits, Pet.  The
exercising and breast binding just aren't doing enough.

   Pam looked crestfallen.  She had made all of her goals, why wouldn't her
breasts respond?

   Bess hugged her.  "It's OK.  I'm really proud of you, you have worked
hard and your body has gotten into great shape.  Let's relax on the patio
and catch some sun."

   They walked up the stairs.  "Pet you get the lounge chairs in the
garage, I'm going to fix us some iced tea."

   The two women were soon struggling with the chairs on the patio.  They
were dusty and needed oiling.  But as luck would have it Bess' retired
handymen showed up at just the right time.

   Mr.  Odom and his buddies knocked on the patio gate.  Pam froze for a
moment fearing that it might be her daughters, and was actually relieved
when Bess opened the gate and ushered the three old men into the enclosure.

   "Look who is here, Pet!  I'll bet these three strong men can fix our
lounge chairs."

   The three men were quiet for a moment as they faced two naked women.

   "Holy shit, would you look at that!" One of the men exclaimed.

   "Two naked broads in my neighborhood," Mr.  Odom laughed, "Who would
have believed it?" Then he continued with a smirk, "Hello Bess, good to SEE
YOU.  And a special hello to you Mrs.  Henderson.  I saw your husband and
kids leave earlier, so you must have some time to yourself this morning."

   Pam left her hands at her sides, not bothering to try and cover up,
"Yes, Mr.  Odom.  I just want to work on my tan," Pam shot back, irritated
with the man's arrogance.  "What did he do, spy on everything that went on
in the neighborhood?" Pam thought.

   "Hey Clyde, enough of the chit-chat," responded Bess.  "Can you guys fix
these chairs?  If you can't then we are just going inside and the show is
over."

   The three men stumbled all over themselves trying to get the folding
lounge chairs.  They quickly discovered that they needed some oil and a
wrench to tighten some bolts.  Clyde dispatched one of the men to his
garage for what they needed.  The old man covered the distance between
Bess' patio and Mr.  Odom's garage in record time.  He was soon back inside
the gate, puffing hard.  "I hope the old goat doesn't have a heart attack,"
Bess thought.

   Pam and Bess stood next to each other in the sun watching the men work.
At one point the housewife reached down and took Bess' hand in hers.  Bess
reacted.  She wasn't sure if her response was to exert control or out of
love, but she raised the hand to her lips and kissed it.  Pam beamed an
innocent and genuine smile back at Bess.  An unspoken communication flashed
between Bess and her possession.  Now Bess knew that it was an action of
servitude for Pam and control for her.  She raised her face towards the
warm sun and smiled, feeling the energy course through her lithe body.

   The lounge chairs were soon ready.  The men had even hosed them off, so
they were nice and clean for the female flesh.

   After adjusting the chairs so that they were flat and orienting them to
the sun, Bess laid down on her stomach.  Her legs, tight ass and well
defined back clearly her best feature.  They were exposed.  Out of some
sense of wanting to hide as much of her nudity as possible, Pam also began
to lay face down.  Bess immediately said, "No Pet, lay on your back.  Let's
get some color on your front."

   Pam reluctantly reversed herself so that her pussy and tits were exposed
to the Sun and to the gawking men.  Pam rested her head and closed her eyes
trying to block out the three dirty old men and to imagine that she was
just her with Bess.

   She heard the shuffling of feet.  The men took their seats at the picnic
table.  They soon began playing rummy.  She could hear them talk about the
game.  Their card game discussion was interspersed with observations about
the two women's bodies.  Most of it about Pam's tits or pussy, but
occasionally they would remark about what a nice athletic ass Bess had. 
Pam was actually able to block it out and enjoy the sun on her body.  She
had never sunned in the nude and found the heat on her breasts and loins
intense and stimulating.  She knew that she was wet and could feel the
moisture flowing around the Ben Wa balls that she had grown so accustomed
to.  After 15 minutes the men became bored with the whole thing, and Mr. 
Odom said, "All the two of you are going to do is lay there."

   "Hey Clyde," responded Bess, "You're getting to look at the two most
beautiful bodies in this part of town.  What the hell are you complaining
about?"

   "Bess you have a nice ass and all.  You know we all like looking at that
married bitch you got under your thumb, but after awhile it gets boring."

   "Tell you what Clyde.  Who ever wins the next hand can put some lotion
on my 'nice ass' and back.  How about that?"

   "That sounds good to me.  Let's play, boys."

   There was silence for the next few minutes as the men focused all their
attention to winning the card game.

   Harold won.  With Clyde and Frank cheering him on, he approached Bess'
chair.  She looked up at him and smiled.  Then tossed him a plastic bottle
of sun lotion.  "Cover me good, old man.  I don't want to burn."

   Harold happily squeezed out some lotion on Bess' back and began to rub
it in.  It was clear that he was reticent about touching her buttocks. 
Finally when he had rubbed her back much more than necessary, Bess reached
behind her and placed one of his hands on her firm muscular ass.  "Don't be
shy, you have got to do my ass and thighs or I will burn." Harold rubbed
his oily hands across Bess buttocks, then squeezed out another dollop of
lotion.  Now he began kneading the firm slender ass in earnest and Bess
responded by telling him how good it felt.  This spurred Harold onto
greater effort and was soon rubbing any part of Bess that was exposed.  An
altogether delightful experience for the horny athlete.

   Clyde finally spoke up again.  "How about if the winner of the next hand
gets to grease up Mrs.  Henderson?"

   Bess cocked her head and looked over at Pam.  "Good idea Clyde, I
wouldn't want those tender titties to burn."

   Clyde laughed, "No, we wouldn't want that.  Get back over here Harold
and let's play.  Wipe your hands off.  I don't want my cards to get oily."

   Soon the three men were playing an intense game.

   Mr.  Clyde Odom won.

   "Hot damn, OK!  what do you want greased first, Mrs.  Henderson, your
tits or your sweet little pussy?"

   Pam had been silent during this entire exchange and looked sadly over at
Bess.  Bess stared right back and said, "Just lay there, Pet and let him
have his jollies.  He won't hurt you and besides, you do need to put some
lotion on that pale skin of yours.  Understand?!"

   "Yes Miss Bess." Pam closed her eyes and tried to relax.  "Why would
Bess allow this horrid man to play with her body?" Pam asked herself.  Well
it didn't matter, that is what Bess wanted, and she wanted to please Bess.

   Odom picked up the bottle of lotion.  Rather than squeeze it onto Pam's
body he put liberal amounts of the oil onto his hands.  Then he kneeled
down next to Pam's lounge chair.  "Fun time, Mrs.  Henderson, I've been
looking at these two babies a long time.  I knew I'd get my hands on them
someday." With that Odom grabbed each of Pam's tits and began running his
gnarly liver-spotted hands over the tight, tingling globes of the
housewife.

   Despite her revulsion at the arrogant old man touching her, Pam couldn't
stop her nipples from getting hard.  They usually stayed hard these days,
but laying in the warm sunlight had relaxed them.  Now they puckered up
again and stabbed at Odom's "Nice little hard buds on your tits, Mrs. 
Henderson," the old man commented.  The other two men got up from the table
and stood around Pam's chair to get a better look at the resilient tit
flesh as it oozed between Clyde's fingers.

   "Shit, look at that!"

   "Man, Clyde is a lucky SOB, feeling her up like that."

   Harold observed, "Fellas, look at her pussy, she is all wet between her
legs.  I can see her pussy juice from here."

   As Clyde continued manipulating Pam's tits, the housewife's hips began
to involuntarily rotate.  Bess had made her so sensitive of her own body
and sexuality, as well as keeping her constantly stimulated but
unfulfilled, that even the touch of a dirty old man could arouse Pam.  Bess
looked over and said, "Clyde, don't be greedy.  Let the other boys play
some."

   The other two men cheered and knelt down, squirting oil from Pam's neck
to her feet.

   Bess knew that Pam was ready.  Pam would fuck whomever she wanted.  Now
all she had to do was decide who the lucky man would be.  It sure wasn't
going to be one of these old farts.

   Bess looked back over at Pam.  She was writhing on the lounge chair, her
breath coming in sharp gasps.  Six hands were running all over her body,
stimulating her beyond belief.

   Harold asked Bess, "Can we finger her?"

   Bess sat up.  She didn't want Pam getting off, she wanted to keep her on
edge.  Besides, she might want to have the three men help her around the
house some more.  She was sure that the promise of slipping a finger into
Pam would have them running to do her bidding.

   "No, damn it.  You can touch her all you want, but no sticking anything,
and I mean anything, into my Pet.  Understand?!!!"

   The men grumbled that they understood and went back to stroking,
pinching and caressing the blonde housewife.  Pam's body was now so active
that the men had to hold her to keep her from falling off the lounger.

   That is when Bess and the men heard two adolescent girls voices on the
other side of the fence calling, "Mommy, Mommy are you here?"

   Pam didn't hear anything except the sound of her hot blood rushing
through her body.

   *****

   "Oh Shit," Bess exclaimed!

   Bess jumped up from the chair.  "That's her kids," she whispered in a
tight whisper.  "Get her inside the house.  NOW!"

   Bess looked around the enclosed patio.  She grabbed Pam's clothes and
headed to the back door.  The three men literally picked up the prone
housewife and followed Bess inside the house.  Bess could hear the fence
gate on the patio opening as she closed the house door behind the men. 
Bess led the men up the stairs.  About halfway up the old men had to put
Pam down.  The housewife staggered the rest of the way up to the Master
bedroom.  Bess ordered her into the shower to wash the suntan oil from her
body.  She then told Mr.  Odom and his buddies to go downstairs and watch
for Mrs.  Henderson's girls.

   Bess hurried into the shower with her Pet and quickly rinsed herself
off. She didn't have nearly as much oil to remove.  The three men had
managed to run their greasy hands over an incredible amount of Pam's body
leaving the telltale slickness on her skin.

   Bess jumped out of the shower and threw on some clothes.  She left Pam's
clothes on the bed, calling to her Pet that "this one time only" she could
get dressed while in the house.  "And leave the Ben Wa balls in, Pet," Bess
called out as she left the room to see what mischief the three men were
getting into.

   As Bess rushed down the stairs, she found the three old men standing at
the front door talking with Pam's daughters.  They had apparently walked
around to the front of the house when nobody answered the back door.

   Seeing Bess the girls called out, "Where is Mom, Aunt Bess?"

   Bess shooed the men away from the door and said, "Your Mom is taking a
shower, we got really sweaty exercising." Then she turned to Clyde, "Mr. 
Odom, thank you and your friends for helping me with the lawn furniture. 
You have been very kind and I will make sure that you get a SPECIAL reward
for helping and keeping our secret."

   Bess ushered the three men out of the open door.  Clyde eyed Bess hard
then said, "I hope it is a real SPECIAL treat!" The three men left and Aunt
Bess waved the girls to the couch and tuned in the TV to Saturday morning
cartoons.  "Let me get you guys a cola and we will wait for your Mom."

   On the way to the kitchen, Bess slipped several porno videos from the
top of the TV into a cabinet with doors.  "Wouldn't want the girls to see
what their Mom and Aunt Bess like to watch together," Bess thought as she
got two soda pops from the kitchen.

   Bess and the girls were sitting on the couch laughing at the plight of
the coyote chasing the roadrunner.  Pam finally came down the stairs.  Her
blonde hair was still damp and she was dressed in the shorts and pullover.
The way her tits bounced under the shirt, Bess could tell that she didn't
have a bra on.  But of course, there were not any bras in the house for Pam
to wear anyway and she hadn't worn one over today.

   "Come watch Roadrunner with us, Mommy," Pam's youngest exclaimed.

   "No, lets go shopping and get a burger for lunch," Bess said to the
girls.

   The older girl was clearly interested in shopping.

   Pam finally spoke, "I thought you girls were playing with friends
today."

   "Well Susan and Gail got in trouble and are grounded, so we came home.
How was your workout, Mom?"

   Bess jumped in; "Your Mom is getting in great shape girls.  In fact,
that's why I want to go shopping.  She needs a couple of new outfits."

   "Oh, lets go.  It will be fun to look at clothes," Pam's older daughter
exclaimed.

   "Can we go to McDonald's for lunch?" the younger daughter offered,
indicating how different things were important to maturing young ladies.

   Bess drove to the Mall.  Four women were going shopping.  Bess caught
Pam keeping her arms folded over her chest hiding her unfettered boobs. 
Finally, as they were walking into the Mall's main entrance Bess leaned
over and whispered, "Put your arms down, Pam.  I want to see how many
stares your bouncing tits get."

   "Yes, Miss Bess."

   "Just Bess.  The girls are here and you are Pam, not Pet.  Anyway the
girls won't notice that you are not wearing a bra, they are too busy
looking in all the stores."

   It was silent for a moment.  Then Bess laughed, "the girls may not
notice, but that man by the bookstore is about to trip over his tongue. 
I'll bet he's getting a hard-on watching you jiggle."

   Pam could feel her pussy moisten at the thought of a strange cock
getting hard because of her.  "God, what is happening to me?" the housewife
asked herself, "My girls are here with me and all I can think about is
sex."

   The girls had moved well ahead of the two women, so Bess quickly reached
up and pinched one of Pam's nipples.  Both nipples responded and little
bumps formed on the front of Pam's shirt.  If somebody wasn't sure if she
was braless before, now there was no doubt.

   The two women followed the girls at a distance.  Pam received many
stares.  Bess laughed when one woman had to yell at her husband to, "Stop
looking at that woman and pay attention to our packages."

   Bess called to the girls and steered Pam into a popular mall store that
carried clothes for young women.

   "Let's buy the girls an outfit Pam, my treat," Bess offered.

   "I don't know, Bess, the girls don't usually wear clothes this trendy."

   But Pam's older daughter whined, "Come on Mom, please?  All the kids
wear clothes from here."

   Pam was overruled as usual and, with trepidation, Pam soon found herself
pulling various outfits off the rack for the girls to try on.  Bess' and
the girls' enthusiasm was infectious and Pam began to enjoy the shopping
with "the girls."

   The girls came in and out of the dressing room showing their clothes to
Ohhs and Ahhs of Aunt Bess and Mom.

   At one point while the girls were in the dressing room Bess pulled a
skirt and tube top from a rack and handed them to Pam.  "I want you to try
these on."

   "Bess, I can't wear clothes designed for teenagers.  They wouldn't look
right or even fit."

   "Nonsense Pam, this is a wrap-around skirt.  You can adjust the waist
and this top is very stretchy.  Go try them on now." The softy in Pam's ear
she hissed, "Now, Pet!"

   Pam felt weak and out of control, the rock music playing in the store
suddenly seemed overwhelming.  Like a robot, Pam moved woodenly towards an
open dressing room clutching the skirt and top.  One of the sales clerks
looked quizzically at Bess.  She smiled evilly and said, "My friend thinks
she is still a teenager." The clerk just rolled her eyes.

   Bess followed Pam to the dressing room standing outside the door.  The
store was full of teenagers.  Most looked around 17 years old.  Across a
rack of clothes from the dressing room Pam entered was a group of four
kids. Two boys and two girls.  They were laughing and flirting with each
other.

   Bess waited a few moments, giving Pam enough time to be in the middle of
changing, and then she firmly grasped the handle on the dressing room door
and opened it fully.  A startled Pam gasped as she looked up.  The
housewife was bending at the waist pulling the skirt up her thighs.  She
was topless, having taken off her shirt.  Her heavy tits hung enticingly in
her half bend.  Of course, the four teenagers couldn't help but stare at
Pam.  The boys nudged each other with their elbows and the girls giggled
aloud.

   Pam couldn't step out into the store naked to close the door.  She spun
quickly, turning her back to the opening, only to be faced by a mirrored
wall and the reflected sight of the pointing teenagers.  The mirrors
surrounded her and her own nakedness was reflected back, not only to
herself, but also to the youthful crowd that was now gathering outside the
dressing room.  She grabbed the first article of clothing she saw.  The
stretchy tube top.  Pam quickly stepped into the top and pulled it up her
body.  The top got hung up on the skirt that was still around her thighs.
It took Pam several more seconds of pulling and bending.  Her actions
caused her tits to jump and bounce.  When the top reached her breasts, it
took more struggling and pulling to finally cover herself.  The top,
designed for teenagers, hardly contained her massive breasts.  All in all,
she had provided quite a show for the young store patrons.  And most of her
panty-covered ass was still hanging over the waistband of the skirt.

   Bess let the door slowly swing shut.

   Bess met the girls.  They had just exited their dressing room and were
now excitedly clutching their favorite clothes selections.  She walked with
them to the sales counter and pulled out her credit card.  Aunt Bess
enjoyed buying things for the girls.  She was also enjoying the close
relationship she was developing with them.  If she could embarrass their
Mom while she got closer to them, then that was even better.  After all,
Bess was taking over more and more of Pam's life, why not these sweet girls
as well?  She loved Pam and the girls, but really enjoyed manipulating,
humiliating and controlling Pam most of all.

   The two adolescents gushed their thanks and praise on Bess as she bought
them their selections.  It was several minutes before the girls even
realized their Mom wasn't around.  Pam finally joined them.  She slunk up,
trying to hide.  She had put her own clothes back on, but had not escaped
the eye of the boys who had enjoyed her nakedness.  Several comments were
made by the teenage males about Pam's big tits as the four exited the
store. Fortunately, the comments were lost on the girls, who were excitedly
telling their distracted Mom about their purchases and how wonderful Aunt
Bess was.

   The four continued down the mall.  Again the girls raced ahead to a
music store and Pam got her share of stares as she bounced along,
encouraged to keep her shoulders back and tits out by Bess.

   As the girls went into the record store Bess steered Pam into the
adjacent jewelry store.  "Let's look in here Pam," Bess said with a
mischievous grin.

   Pam and Bess perused the beautiful displays of gold, silver and
diamonds. Pam kept glancing towards the music store to make sure her kids
were OK.  Bess said, "Don't worry about them, they are perfectly safe, you
overprotect, Pam.  Now lets look at these pretty gold rings." Bess waved at
a salesperson and was immediately assisted as she looked through a
collection of women's gold signet rings.  Bess asked to have Pam's ring
finger sized.  The shocked Pam found herself with a sizing ring on the
finger her wedding rings were conspicuously still absent from.  "I have to
remember to put them back on when we get back to Bess'," Pam thought to
herself.

   "Go check on the girls, Pam," Bess said.  A relieved Pam left the store,
leaving Bess and the sales woman in a discussion over the ring display
case. Pam found her daughters and watched as they sorted through some rock
CD's.  Bess was soon at their side saying brightly, "Did somebody want to
go to McDonald's for lunch?"

   The morning ended with a fun lunch in the fast food play area, then back
to Bess' house.  Pam and the girls soon went home.  Pam remembered to pick
her rings up off the table.  Bill got home soon after and told Pam in great
detail about his round of golf.  Pam was less than interested and kept
shifting in her seat during his story.  "I'm going to have to change my
panties," she was thinking as Bill droned on.  "These balls are keeping me
so wet I know that my panties must be soaked." In her mind she was
visualizing the Ben Wa balls turning into golf balls and her husband trying
to putt them into her gapping pussy as she lay naked on the 18th green at
the Country Club.