A scream that was equal parts pain, pleasure, and pure lust for my black lover to once again stake his claim to my body. I pushed back hard as he poun...ed forward and I felt his hands running up and down my garters sliding a finger inside the top of my stocking and feeling my smooth skin underneath. He loved me clad in lingerie and it turned him into a raging sex brute when I modeled the expensive hosiery, garter belts, bras, corsets, gowns and panties his crew has plundered from captured. She pulled the t-shirt over her head and tossed it aside. For a moment she stood, enjoying her progress while she also dredged up recollections from classes taken two decades earlier. ‘You must feel comfortable testifying in court…. and perhaps you have learned to think of other things as you wait your turn… do my breasts remind you of that?’ She paused as the wheels turned slowly in his head, and then took on a cross-examining tone. ‘Answer, yes or no!’ ‘Yes!’ ‘Do they remind you of someone in. You've lost your vagina privileges." She said sternly."Set up, wait, what?" Jeff just looked so confused."You were ready to let another guy fuck me, thinking it was you, just because you were tired. Instead of, I don't know-- Saying you were tired!?" Haley shouted, now glaring daggers right through her husband."Why aren't you mad at Steve?" Jeff begged, already recoiling into an entirely passive posture, eyes filling with tears."At the top of the list is the fact that he gave me an orgasm.. The fireplace at the cabin had neatly taken care of those. One thing that hadn’t worked out for me though—I had been positive that I could score with one of the ever-present Stews, but it never happened. Sure, I got some thanks for the drinks and a dinner or two, but it was chaste times on Waikiki Beach. Angie showed the promise of more than making up for it though. —-∞∞∞—- That Friday night I got a call from Angie, so I spent the better part of the weekend helping her get settled. It wasn’t.