They must be pretty welloff and he assumed she'd gotten her fair share in the divorce.Megan emerged from the closet carrying something wrapped in brow... paper.She put the package down on the bed and opened it. Inside was the itemDrew had wanted. A curved black wooden piece held together by two screws,tightening knobs on each screw. This version also had a built-in lock,two cuffs attached by metal clips, and ports for electrical connections.It was called a humbler. A gray metal box, with a meter. I went downstairs to get breakfast.We had a cold tiled floor downstairs and I saw that my slippers had beenreplaced with a pink pair of slippers or a pair of court shoes with athree inch heel.I chose the pink slippers trying to kid myself that they looked moremasculine than the court shoes. I wondered whether I would end upwearing those heels before or after my first bra.Having lost my job I had felt a sense of being emasculated. I had pridedmyself on being the breadwinner in our relationship. He smiled and he looked less than relaxed, ‘I hate confined spaces, so am getting a bit stressed.’ I told him to talk to me about himself and that would take his mind of it.He talked total rubbish, began to look hot and flushed and so suggested he take off his jacket and loosen his collar. He seemed to calm down a little bit and said ‘this has always been my fantasy, to be trapped in a lift with a good looking woman!’ Like he read my mind in some strange Derren Brown way!I looked up at him and. I then turned to Graeme taking as much of him in my mouth as possible whilst grasping his cock , working feverishly to bring him to the point of ejaculation..........I then stood up and whilst still masturbating both cocks and with the taste of their pre-cum fresh in my mouth kissed them both passionately my tongue exploring as deep as I could.......... It was Graeme who made the first move..........he positioned me so my back was up against the bedroom door then raising and holding my arms.