She thinks

The first thing Mary was aware of when she woke up was the smell of fucking. She became more aware and registered the sunlight coming through the window. Her window. So at least she was in her own room, but where was the smell coming from?

Then she remembered. She had been **** to masturbate last night, and she had done so until she lost concsciencesness. Would every night be like that? For the first time, Mary wondered if the money she had stolen was worth her new life. "What if I return it?" she wondered out loud. There was no response.

She sat up and put her aching heeled feet on the carpet. She stretched. "Who am I kidding?" she asked, greed taking over. "I stole that money fair and square. When I get to Mexico I'll put all my resources into getting this dress off, and I'll still have enough left over to live on."

Than another thought occured to her. Suppose she hired someone to find out who did this to her? Extracting the information on how to take the dress off would be satisfying, and it might be cheaper than financing the technology to get her free.

She was snapped out of her scheming by her arm reaching over and seizing the pistol from the nightstand. "Oh shit," she managed, throwing herself to the floor. Her controlled arm fired three shots into the ceiling, repositioned, and fired the remaining three into the floor.

Before she knew what was happening, the dress had **** her into a sitting position, and spread her legs wide apart. Before she could protest, her hand inserted the gun barrel into her waiting mouth, where her lucious lips involuntarily began sucking it. Her other hand stroked her pussy a few times before starting to play with her clit.

The only good thing Mary could think of was that at least the gun barrel wasn't hot enough to be any more uncomfortable. She hadn't known the dress could totally take her over like this. She was only able to pull the barrel from her greedily sucking lips after she had been brought to orgasm. Mary sat there panting for a moment, before tossing the empty revolver aside. She heard approaching police sirens. One of her neighboors must have heard the gunshots and called the cops.