He could hear her breathing quicken and feel her fingers in his hair as moved the finger in and out of her and sucked lightly on her bud.Wendy was goi...g to cum again. She knew the signs well now she could feel each wave of pleasure running through her body as the young boy sucked her and fucked her with his finger. Her hips began to move into his face and finger with involuntary fucking motions. She knew at this point she would have to accept her fate here as no matter how much she may protest. Not too much, the panties and garters and nylons and ofcourse the high heels. In being short and slight her things seemed tofit remarkably well. And then the trap was sprung!Ted had rigged a small camera, nothing fancy but more than enough toshow Timmy trying on and then wearing Gladys' things. Then they brokethe news to Timmy over afternoon coffee. The coffee didn't sit wellwith Timmy. His little "compulsion" was now known and on full display.He'd lose what few friends he had, the job he. It didn't take long to drop off her things in the bedroom and change. Dinner was uneventful as both were lost in thought. They both took care of a few things on their own for a couple of hours and then headed to bed. David was so nervous he was almost sick, but he had decided it was time to have "The Talk". "It was Pete," he said without preamble after they settled under the covers. They were in bed and it was very dark. Somehow that made it easier. He didn't want her to see him blush or squirm. I played along, and before the end of the dance, he asked to come to my apartment. I had gone further with him than I had intended, but what I realized when he asked that question was that I didn't want to have an affair. I didn't want to cheat on my husband. I never allowed that fantasy again, and I always knew that what I was doing was for my husband and not for me. I think that attitude came through. I was never very popular with some of the men. Those that continued to dance with me.