Oh thefeeling of freedom as we stripped that corset from my body - yet,crazily, a small part of me had loved how helpless I had felt whenimprisoned in...its relentless squeeze.The corset was replaced with a sexy black satin garter belt, then Igrudgingly let my arms be trapped once more in their leather confinementand Claire led me into our snug with its sunken lounge. She was backquite soon with a tray loaded with the dishes she'd ordered and completewith a bottle of wine. We spent the next. The dress was short. It only came to the middle of my thighs. I slipped on a pear of white panties. I took one last look in the mirror. I thought to myself. “For a mother of an eighteen year old son, I still looked good. I know my husband still likes what I look like. He tries to fuck me at least five times a week.” I heard the car horn.I ran downstairs, closed and locked the front door and headed for the car. My son was already in the seat. I sat down on his lap and swung my legs into the car.. I was trying to act as if nothing happened and I kept the laptop on her desk. I stood right beside her as she gave a naughty smirk to me while looking at my crotch.As I bent down to show the PPT on the laptop I could see inside her clothes. She purposefully started touching my dick with her elbow. Suddenly she looked at me and asked, “What’s that in your pocket mister?” A bit hesitant, I replied “It’s nothing, ma’am. now on the next slide as you can see.”She interrupted me with a shush and. When I got into the house, I called out for Trevor or the kids, but no one responded. The kitchen was a mess. A box of cereal had spilled onto the counter and dirty dishes were everywhere. Disappointed, I headed upstairs to change out of my scrubs, take a shower and ignore the mess. When I reached the top of the stairs, I heard sounds coming from my son Matts bedroom, so I went to investigate. His door was open. Surely he had heard me call out for him when I first came in the door. When I.