And there I sit — 5 minutes pass, then 10, and then 15 minutes. Is a reporter coming to talk to me? Will others be joining me? It's been a long day;...I lay my head back on the couch, trying to relax. When the door opens, I slowly open my eyes.It is HIM — standing in the doorway! My heart leaps and quickens, and I swear he can hear it pounding in my chest. I stand up clumsily, attempting to smooth out my short skirt, hoping that I look okay. Oh God, he is walking over to me, and I can tell by the. I still can't believe he tied me up. I had never been tied up before, but I really liked it. He is so ridiculous, and dominant, and gorgeous. But mostly ridiculous...and I really like that, too. I frequently catch him watching me as we train. When he helped me with core exercises, I really thought he might try to fuck me again, in the middle of the gym. That seems like something he's capable of. When the hour is up though, I remember I have no idea what he has planned after this. We take a. " It was the happiest day in Irene's life. She wore the weddingdress home, carrying Henry's clothes back in a bag.That evening, having carefully hung up her wedding dress but keeping onher falsies and bra, Irene put on her wedding night negligee at hergroom's urging. Thea, playing her part to the hilt, removed her tuxjacket and shirt, put one of Henry's t-shirts over her chest but leftthe tux pants and men's socks on. Thea went into the bathroom for amoment and emerged with the harness on. She'd never felt the need to do such a thing. This time though her finger seemed to ease the ache a little bit, but she didn't really notice it. The probing was more or less just a simple examination of her body to see if she could detect something out of order, but nothing brushed against her finger so she withdrew it, washed her hand, and finished drying off. Afterwards she brushed her teeth, combed and dried her wet hair and then went into her bedroom and got her gown on and sat on the edge.