"We'll see," I replied, and left it at that. I could have pressed the pointhome, just as I might have wanted to squeeze her breasts until I knew themb... heart, but I didn't take advantage of drunk women. As such, I thought mychance had passed. Next Monday, I got in early, and she was there at her desk. We 'hi'ed and'how was your weekend'ed, and she came over to me. "I bet I'm not too scared," she said. I'd forgotten what she was talking about. Fortunately, this made me lookless eager and. With a giggle at my helplessness, she stepped back, hooked the corset in place, and began lacing it. Beginning at the bottom and working up, she tugged and pulled until I was gasping for breath. Laughing at my discomfort, she gave me a playful slap on my stomach which as now reduced several inches. "Ah... the price we women pay for fashion," she chuckled. My midsection felt like in was in a vise. I tried, with no luck, to ease the restraint by wiggling. But the boning was unyielding and I was. Dave offered up a silent prayer of thanks to his friend who had left the binoculars within reach as he used them to check her out in minute detail. Dave had a thing for brunettes, though to be honest, he wasn’t that picky. He continued to watch her as she opened the door and went inside. The chalet was the same design as the one he was currently sitting in. The central hub was a large double-height ceilinged living area with the bedrooms leading off it. The chalet had large glass windows on. I was drawn even more to him, I could not have imagined how handsome he could be. How could I have known? But he was here now, gazing at me with those piercing green eyes. That was all that mattered. I straightened my back as I leaned up, teasing him so that he could view the fullness of my breasts, and eased myself down on his now very hard cock. Pushing against his clearly unconscious thrusts felt so much better, and his hand caressing my cheek just heightened the sensations. Who…- I cut off.