The curves of her breasts were so enhanced by the dress; her cleavage brought a real spark to my own girlish parts. Deniece had also donned her specia... black Cuban thigh high hose, the seam down the back of those curvaceous legs was not ignored by me as she walked towards her play room. I had decided to wear a light pink dress, simple, elegant and sissy, easy to get out of when the time came. My panties were white; a pretty red rose sat just above my sweet spot. It was funny; normally Deniece. I was quarter of the way through the bar when Miles plonked himself on the ground beside me. “It is oddly nice out here, don’t you agree Bess?” He munched almost happily on his bar. “If you like green stuff and rotting stuff,” I answered grimacing. “Relax dear. Think of this as a tramp through the bush back home.” Unbidden memories of home ran through my mind. The kids would be having their breakfast soon. John would get them ready and walk them to school. He’d spend the rest of the day looking. Looking across from inside his nylon hood, he spotted four leatherrestraints at either side of the bed, firmly fitted to the framework atvarious angles, two lower down for comfort presumably, two higher up thebedpost for something less comfortable perhaps.Having released the cuff enclosures from two of the restraints, Moira setabout unshackling him from his girdle, first the stockings unclipped fromtheir suspenders then the longline inverted girdle gradually unzipped andunlaced. Suddenly Jason. ”I marched upstairs, angry and hard. I didn’t really want to jack off but found myself with no other immediate options. I walked into the closet in search of my underwear collection to help motivate my pending masturbation session.I angrily pushed my clothes out of the way, searching for my box of panties that I kept as souvenirs when I noticed the door on the back wall of the closet again.“What the fuck is this!” I said aloud, leaning down and looking at it again. Below the small LED, there.