It would be an understatement to say the suit was skimpy. A black bikini that looked so good against her brown skin. Her tits are not very big but the...bikini top must have had some underwire because it pushed everything up and to the middle of her chest. And the bottom, oh my god it was practically a thong with her sweet peach of an ass totally exposed. I was glad I was still wearing my sunglasses so that I could look but not get totally busted by my wife.I could tell my wife was not happy.. Did his wife have to pick today to satisfy her dominatrix urge? But he knew better than to ignore his wife’s command. There would be hell to pay. Reluctantly, he closed his laptop, gathered his stuff and walked briskly to his car. Jumping a couple of red lights he entered his house with 5 minutes to spare. He hurriedly showered and went to her den with nothing on his body. He knocked and a voice ordered him in.He went into a dimly lit room, the one lamp throwing a semi-circle of light on a high. When he was eighteen he worked at a steel mill in Virginia. This was right before he was due to marry Estelle. “You know all those rumors and cliches about steel mill and factory workers?” T-Bone asked me, an odd smirk on his face. “Yeah,” I answered, or more accurately slurred. I was pretty tipsy by that stage. “All true,” he said. “All true. At the end of every shift, when we left the floor and hit the showers before leaving, the men would all form a circle and touch each other. Everything. I'm gonna get out of here before I get too drunk to resign my commission in the morning and go tell my mother off for trying to marry me off in the first place." Denna stood and smirked, a bit on the tipsy side."Thanks for drinking with us, Denna." I nodded to her. "Give her hell from me."Denna laughed. "I might just do that, Jon. If I don't see you again before you leave, good luck out there." She hugged us both and left, wobbling slightly from all the beer.Hanelor grinned as Denna shut the.