She straddled me again and began kissing me all over. My hands started to wander all over her body. I couldn’t see her but the blindfold heightene... my other senses of smell and touch. Her skin was so soft and she smelled incredible as she writhed overtop of my cock that was still imprisoned inside of my pants. I could feel that she changed and she was wearing lingerie, as my hands ran over her smooth baby like skin. Michelle said, “Uh-uh-uh no hands, this is all about you, not about me.” She. I could not shed it from my mind. I had been denied, rejected. My balls ached. My entire body ached to be back on top of Paula.Pretty Boy was going on and on about my being poked so I stepped forward, poked him hard on the chest and said, "Like that you mean?"Then, inexplicably, I whipped off my shirt. He looked at me curiously and said, "Lordy, look at Mister Scarecrow. You're just a bag o' bones."He pulled off his shirt to reveal his small, compact body. The prominent ropes in his arms. "This is a safe space where anything goes. Relax and let go. I'm a professional and anything that you say or do here is safe with me."Susan's tension and suspicion suddenly vanished. This was a safe space. She could relax here. Silly of her to have suspected Dr. Violet of anything strange - he was a professional. She felt her muscles untense and looked over at Reed. Even he seemed peaceful. Maybe this could be a benefit after all."Now, I can tell just by looking at the two of you what one of. We were talking about using this set but I don't know what to wear." Wear, are you sure you need to wear anything? Those shots of your husband's look pretty good to me." You know, a little something to add some class. I don't want to look like a total slut." Reasonable, how about some high heels. You know men love high heels and this," he said as he pulled a full length, sheer black, floor length negligee from a rack. I've gotten lots of miles out of this particular piece and it'd look great on.