We kept eye contact in the mirror as I came up behind her andparted her gorgeous buns.As she dropped her eyes to the reflection of my cock in themirro..., she stroked her own cock through the tiny white silkthong. I pulled aside its string.I heard Nicole draw a deep breath as I made my entry. I reachedaround her and lifted the front of her dress a little further.I let my fingers wander over the silky softness of the minutegarment that clung to and, more or less, covered her cock.Through the ultra. She dressed slowly thinking about what he would like , sheer black stockings , high black slutty heels and a little tight basque , a simple dress over the top .....She waited as instructed in the hotel room , wanting so much just to let her fingers touch herself for a moment to give some relief , but he had said no , so she waited like a good girl . Finally the door knocked and she answered , they smiled but neither spoke and they walked into the centre of the room , his arms slipped around her. I pulled her as close as I could and reached over to take her chin in my hand."No, Hannah, you are not the submissive... you are MY submissive. And there is a great difference," I said.I felt a shudder go through her when I said that, a realization that she was now owned, she belonged to someone. It's what she had always wanted, what she had longed for.I had never seen anyone so supremely happy as she was at that moment. It was as if she had won the Lottery, on her birthday, while marrying her. A man's blessing - no bra hooks!"Now what?" It was impossible to ignore the nearly nude body next to me. It was in perfect proportion. Oh, maybe the tits were a bit large for her frame, and her hips a tad too wide. Oh, and her waist a bit too narrow. Shit! This was one awesome body. My head was spinning."Start at the neck, and rewrap. There should be enough FasTack on the material to hold it together." Saroya held one end at her chest to get me started.I walked around, overlapping the strip.