Her blouse fell to the ground unnoticed, as James's hand ran up her thigh, caressing as it went, and then she felt him begin to gently tug at her pant...es.In no short order, her skirt was bunched up around her waist, and her blouse and her panties were lying discarded on the floor.Iris was ready for James. She was impatient for James as he fumbled at his trousers."Yes, oh yes!" she whispered again as she opened her legs wider, showing him how ready she was for him.He stepped closer and thrust. As I turned my back on him to unlock my door he lifted my dress and pushed a firm finger into my arse, massaging heavily, my clit throbbed with a feeling that can only be described as jealousy, and before thinking about it my own manicured index finger was rubbing circularly, so fast it felt like a blur, my knees buckled under the heat of the orgasm to come, and with a final twist of the key I came thick and fast, covering his arm, aswel as my own, with cum.I felt almost relieved as we stepped. ? Jack protested. ?I let mom in on my secret when I was 18 and told her that for special occasions I would wear a skirt or dress, but would rather die than ever wear another three piece suit.? ?Her response during such times as my sister?s wedding and high school graduation,? Jack added. ?It made her sound like she would rather see me die than have a sex change operation.??That?s not true.? Mrs. Staple said in tears as Jack took the knife she used to carve the Thanksgiving roast and sliced it. Then u unbutton my shirt& help me out of itleaving me in just my cotton thong...i feel the mattress shiftas u get up off the bed2 walk around the room...it takes all of my restraint2 keep from peekingbut i convince myselfthat the wait will be worth it...in a few momentsi feel your hands rub my shoulders& i moan softlyas u slide your hands down my arms& pull them up over my head...nexti feel cold metal on my wrists& hear the hand-cuffs clickingas u bind my wrists2 the top of the head-board...now.