The sight of Mrs. Brockman in the half-worn costume set my mind in motion, and before I'd even realized it,
I'd made a wish. A very filthy, pervy, fetishy wish. She stormed into the room, slamming the door, tossing the
gloves off in frustration. "Fucking Brad!" she snapped. "What the HELL is going on tonight?" Her fury was
palpable, but thanks to my wish, she wasn't concerned with us, though she did give us both a sharp look.
"Gotta get this fucking thing off," she muttered, kicking the oversized shoes across the room. "Who the hell
does he think he is?" She asked us, not waiting for an answer as she pushed the upper half of the costume down
to her waist, wearing a lacy black bra that almost seemed too tight as it pushed her tits together and up. Her
beautiful, beautiful tits...
"I'm the fucking alpha of this family, and he wants to humiliate ME like this? No...that won't do.."
"Madame..you need to calm yourzelf.." Monique said in semi panicked protest.
"Calming myself is the LAST thing on my mind, Monique," she replied with a smirk, kicking the legs of the
costume off and down, standing in front of us in barely-there panties. "It's time to show the kids here how
big of a bitch I really can be."
"Miztrezz..." Monique said, her eyes wide, shaking her head from side to side frantically, "No.."
"Don't fight it, Monique," she replied, "We both know you can't resist the lure of my musk." She unhooked her
bra, freeing the gorgeous and perfect tits.
"No..nonono..PLEEZE MADAME...NO!" Monique replied weakly, covering her face.
Mrs. Brockman stayed her ground, shimmying her panties down, revealing a tucked-away pussy, clean shaven and
glistening. "Monique..I know you want to please your alpha," she cooed. "I know you can smell my musk. Now
COME."