Robbed And

I attached sheer nylon stockings to the garters on my corset and pulled red nylon panties over them. I painted my nails a bright red and shook them vigorously so they would dry in a hurry. I wear my favourite patent leather black ‘come fuck me’ high heels. I complete the look with full make-up including slutty red lipstick and blue eye shadow, and my brunette bob wig with the red highlights.
I look and feel like a real tart, just what I wanted.

“Martin, go and see what that noise is in the laundry” shouts Kerry through the ensuite door from where she is sitting on the bed. “You know I’m ‘Michele’ when I’m dressed” I say. “Well just go and let the fucking dog in will you, before breaks the fucking door down” she scolds. I can tell by her language that she has had more than enough to drink. This excites me because she becomes a ‘rough diamond’ when drunk. She swears a lot and is more demanding when me make love. My small penis gives a little twinge of anticipation in my panties as I totter through the bedroom on my high heels on the way to check out the banging coming from the laundry. I notice Kerry has removed her jacket and is sitting on the bed, I want to hurry back because I really want to fuck her as she is, I don’t want her to undress. “I’m letting the fucking dog in, then I’m coming back to fuck you darling, so be prepared” I say as I pass her. She reaches out and pats my ass, “promises, promises” she laughs and takes another gulp of her drink. I walk faster as my arousal grows.
“Fucking dog always wants to come in at the worst times” I mutter under my breath. “Don’t know why we have the fucking animal” I curse and open the door to the laundry. The small laundry has a door opposite to the one I just opened. It leads outside to a small courtyard where we have our washing line (It’s probably just as well the courtyard can’t be seen from street given some of the items of clothing that often hang on that line).