It wasn’t just her breasts on display. My eyes followed her harness down to her crotch. A thin leather strap descended from the body of the harness ...ight between her legs. It didn’t however offer any real protection for her modesty. Instead it just drew the eye to her swollen labia, which it split without hiding. I was sure that I could see a glistening on her inner thighs portraying that she was excited. This if anything shocked me more than the terrible fact that she had been led like an. She tried convincing me to eat before my shower but that's not my style. I get in and out of the shower in no time. Now... As a bachelor, I pride myself on traveling light. Pro tip, I buy my toiletries when I get to a city - things like extra underwear too! In this instance, because I didn't drive myself home from the airport. As I got out of the shower I had the option to put on my underwear I wore traveling all day or free ball.. easy decision... free ball it is. Ten minutes later I am. Those beautiful, long, tanned legs glimmer beneath a sheen of baby oil, from the tips of her cute little toes in their white satin slippers with the three inch heels, all the way up to the generous curve of her ass, peeking out from underneath the ruffled hem of her... dress? The skirt is tiny, less than 3/4 of a foot long, satiny, white; the corset above it is bound tightly to her slim frame, pushing her huge, wobbling tits even further up and out for me to see. The demi-cups do nothing to. The comfortable days back, blue skies, thick skirts, clean air, quiet moments and dry dusted surfaces. You feel in a particularly warm mood. Remembering the hot summer days, you lay on the thick mattress in the bedroom on the patchwork quilt and close your eyes and dream, dream of the hot afternoons cleaning the windows, washing the car, the hot rays of the sun on your forehead, and the beads of sweat wiped off by the kerchiefs, and the wet cloth of your cotton T-shirt clinging to your body as.