. With one exception.She had a secret kink, a kink for exhibitionism. Despite her incredible, near overwhelming shyness, the idea of being stuck or ev...n willingly naked in a place where she risks getting caught and seen was the best feeling she knew. It was a kink she couldn't often fulfil as she often wussed out thanks to simply getting all flustered, and while she had only ever done anything relating to it a couple of times, she hadn't gotten caught. If she had, she wouldn't know what to. Dave continued to fuck Jen hard from behind, and several minutes later his body began to tighten up. I watched intently from the doorway, and seconds later Dave began to cum extremely hard all over my wife’s adorable ass. “Oh god that was so good Dave.” My wife cried out, and I quickly went back into the living room, and pretended to be asleep. A few minutes later Dave and my wife came out of the bedroom, they walked into the living room. I heard Jen say to him, “Oh good, he is still asleep.”. She wiggled her helpless toes and fingers to no avail and turned her head from side to side. She had to breathe in short gasp, her ribs seemed about to pierce through the skin of her chest. In spite of the cold dampness, her body was sweating like a fountain because of the agony in her stretched and contorted body. The worst was her nakedness. She felt completely helpless and at the mercy of the men. She could not avoid even their stares. She was also worried that the spikes piercing her skin. "I think you'll need a little training before you handle a really short dress," my Mother said. "There is a trick to it... I hope your Fifi can show you." I'm sure she can," Maurice, now kneeling to roll the nude stockings up my shaved legs, said. These sheer hose had thick, but lacy elastic at the top to hold them up without garters. When they were up, he fitted me with a pair of black dress sandals with three-inch heels."Sam, I'm not sure I'm ready to handle anything that high," I.