It's trimmed with lace and has a single fastening at the bodice, so it falls open when I walk or sit." "That sounds very sexy. I can't wait to see you...wearing it." "I'd like that too." "What did you wear under it?" "Absolutely nothing, all I had on was the dressing gown and a pair of stiletto slippers." "You weren't wearing anything underneath the dressing gown?" "Nothing at all." "And the dressing gown was sheer." "You can see through it easily." "And that's how you greeted Jack at the door.". I wasn’t like the others. And in no small way, they knew I was different too. Even the ugly girls in the school tried to look like these women but failed miserably. They gave their men blow jobs in the bathrooms, but they were simply dumped for the beach bunnies, cheerleaders, and future centerfolds that they really wanted.I carried these women’s books, washed their cars, donated to their blood drives, drove them home after drunken high school parties where these men easily fondled their virgin. There were four of them, and they knew when the time was right they were to untie him and let him in on the fun. Until then he had to act surprised and fearful knowing and seeing how turned on this was making her even through her initial fear her eyes had a mischievous glint and her inner slut was screaming for joy.They Made quick work of tying her to the bed making sure there was enough slack that they could manipulate her voluptuous curvy body however they so chose, they had her spread eagled. Today had been a good day at work, mainly due to the long liquid lunch we'd been treated to after winning a very lucrative contract, and I was feeling tipsy as the train took me home. The carriage was quieter than normal so my game didn't last long. Soon I was just left in the carriage with a couple of men who were suited and booted, didn't take much powers of observation to see they, like me, were just going home from work. Maybe they were spies and I'd get caught up in a nice juicy scandal;.