I'd gotten home earlier than I'd thought and Nancy didn't have the bed made, plus she was on her period. I didn't mind, but Nance didn't want to get t...e couch or the carpet all messy and the towels were still in the dryer. Normally, we'd have been fucking like rabbits about a minute after I got in the door, but Nancy has this Suzie Homemaker thing about bloodstains on the furniture. To make it up to me, she was down on her knees in the kitchen, sucking me off. I'd been home about two minutes. Elliot was nakedexcept for his boxers and Poppy was wearing rayon babydoll pyjamas andpantyhose. The pantyhose were a precaution to keep herself tuckedbecause she knew that Elliot would not want to feel her penis. Thesilky nylon hosiery felt delightful against his skin.As did the soft silky rayon of her pyjama top and before Elliot couldsay anything Poppy clambered onto his body and pressed her lips to his.He instinctively put his arms around her body and held her. She kissedhim again and. He owned her now. No one would touch her but him. He could do anything he wanted to her and he wouldn’t have to do any explaining to anyone. He felt so excited that his heart started beating faster and faster, almost out of control.He walked towards the torture chamber and saw her on the rack. She looked as beautiful as usual and she shivered at the sight of him. He smirked playfully and approached her.“Morning, gorgeous.” He said to her as he stroked her face.She remained silent and looked. She hadn't bothered with stockings as it was quite warm there. The men at the club were certainly taking an interest in her exhibitionistic displays. I could tell she was getting more and more drunk when she started saying things like 'Look at them, their eyes following me like little puppy dogs. Oh I do love it!' Then she shocked me when she sat down on the bench seat of our booth and lifted her foot up on the seat, pretending to adjust her shoe. Lots of guys must have got a good view of her.