I slowly got up out of bed. My body aching all over. I looked in the mirror and noticed just how satisfied I was. I turned so that I could see my ass in the mirror and noticed there was not a mark on it. I couldn't believe my eyes. After what happened last night I must have gotten twenty or more whacks on my ass but nothing to indicate it ever happened. I put my robe on and went out into the living room when I noticed Terry on the bar stool reading a the newspaper and having coffee. She quickly noticed I was up and about and poured another cup of coffee.
She rushed over to me and gave me a hug and a kiss and said, "My, my sleepy head it's about time you woke up," with excitement in her voice.
She lead me over to the bar and motioned for me to sit down and have some coffee with her. I noticed she was dressed up in a pirates custom with a patch over her eye. I took a sip of my coffee and was apperceive about saying anything this morning.
"I see cat got your tongue this morning," Terry laughed.
She reached over to get a strawberry out of the bowl of fruit that was sent to our room and slowly took the berry and outlined my mouth with it. "Open wide, sweet pea," she said in a sexy voice. I opened my mouth and she slowly put the berry in and I bit down. She watched every move I made. It was erotic to say the least.
Just then Terry jumped up off the stool and grabbed a box behind the bar and handed it to me.
"Open it," she said with excitement.
I took another sip of my coffee before putting the cup down and started to open the box. Now, mind you Terry, had all the money in the world to do with whatever she wanted to do. She was not like a working stiff like I was. I slowly opened the box and noticed a pheasant dress inside. I looked up at Terry puzzled.
"Keep looking," she said.
I moved the dress and noticed an old fashion corset and a pair of old black no heel shoes.
"What is all this for," I asked.
Terry started to laugh and said, "Remember this trip is all Halloween everyday and besides every pirate needs a maiden and your my maiden, right?"
"I, I, guess so," not knowing exactly what to say. "You'll love this custom," she exclaimed.
I sat there drinking my coffee and notice Terry had went into the bedroom and I heard the shower going. She appeared at the bedroom door and motioned for me to come over. I put the box down on the coffee table when she said, "Bring the box with you sweetpea." I did as she said and picked up the box and went into the bedroom. She then took the robe off me and escorted me into the bathroom and straight for the shower. Ah, I thought to myself, the shower was just right.
I washed my hair and my firm body and got out to dry off when I noticed Terry standing there with a towel waiting and willing to dry me off. I could see the excitement in her face. She reached over and patted my back dry going lower and lower down to the back of me feet and before I knew it she was working her way up in front of me stopping to kiss my knees, my snatch my belly button and sucking each erect nipple as she dried my breast and up to my neck kissing it and up to my lips where she stopped and drew me closer her arm around my waist and one hand on my breast caressing it and fondling it.
"Baby, your my girl and I promise you that I will make you so happy and never want for anything," then kissed me passionately.
She lead me in the bedroom where she sat me down in front of a mirror so that I could put make up on. She then took the corset and put it around me positioning my thirty-six C breasts in their place. She started to lace the back up when I noticed she starting pulling the lace tighter and tighter around my waist, pushing my breast up to make them look bigger. I gasped for air.
"Not so tight," I said. Terry gave me this wicked grin in the mirror and said, "Oh yes," as she kept pulling the corset tighter and tighter around my waist, "this is how they wore them way back when and you my wench are gonna just deal."
I could barley breath. I noticed it was a black corset with lots of black and red lace. I felt as if I was ready to burst out of the corset at anytime. It was really starting to hurt. I finally finished putting on my make when Terry stood me up and wrapped the skirt around me and tied it. It was like a wrap around skirt and tied it on the side. It was a long black skirt with red ruffles on the bottom that went down to my calfs.
Terry stood back and said, "Don't you look like the perfect wench," and smiled with absolute satisfaction and delight.