It was something stretchy, that she explained that I needed to step through feet first through the neck part.And I had to take off my shorts.“Honey,...come on, this is going too far”. “No, Dad, I have to see this through! I have been thinking about this since I was 13, and now that I have you this far, we need to finish it. Do it.” “Ok, get out of here.”, which she did and I put them on.It was a super confining garment that made my thighs way smaller, my butt poke up and out, my waist cinched in,. She had not taken him in her mouth for the short time they had been together so he assumed it wasn't something she liked to do but right now she was sucking on him like it was her only purpose in life.The feel of her lips wrapped around his cock was exquisite, different from but almost as good as her pussy. It wasn't as good as fucking, but it wasn't bad! But there was something else he wanted to try also so as she dutifully cleaned his shaft he released her hair and pushed on her belly getting. " He was making it clear that it was a business meeting. That was more than just okay with me."I'm free most of the time, so choose what is best for you," I said cordially."If you are free for lunch, we could meet at the Downtowner at say 1PM," he suggested."That would be fine. Since I am not a member, you will leave word with the captain?" I asked."Of course," he replied."Good, I am seldom fashionably late," I admitted.The Downtowner was a small dining room at the top of the International. Relevant."I was... surprised," Ingmar said. "And it don't make me happy, hearing it. I reckon I'm jealous, of this other man. And it makes me think, maybe, that I don't know Bridgett, as good as I thought I did." So. You see there?" Max Coward said, triumphantly. "That's the kind of thing we're gonna be running into, here! Jealousy!... And disappointment. Rage, even!" I don't feel no rage," Ingmar said. "But I am disappointed. And I guess I'm jealous, too." All right," Bridgett said. "We've all.