"Tender, as you can well guess," I answeredsourly. I'd had to sit on a rather hard office chair for most of the day."Have you put anything on it?" Whe... I said no,she ordered me to the bedroom and removed my trousers. "Yes, it a realnice colour," she laughed, "And a bit chafed too." She workedsome cream into the sore flesh. "You shouldn't have refused," Dotstated what I already knew, "Fred gets a bit annoyed when people do that.Claire found that out too. He seems to think that because he likes. Feeling sexy, I put on a black lace bra and a matching set of panties. I then went to decided what to wear. Opening my chest of drawers, i saw the corset that I had used to pleasure myself, i rub it, all the dampness had gone, but feeling it still brought the memories back to me. I decided to wear a short tarten skirt and a white ‘boob tube’ top. Now i just had to find some shoes to wear, eventually I put on a pair of black knee high, leather boots. Perfect!I got to Sarika’s at about 7pm and we. If her mother realised what caused such a change in her daughter's behaviour she never let on; but she did have a rather enigmatic smile for several days after whenever she saw us together.I don't remember much about those first few days except that Sylvie and I went shopping for a few extra bits of more suitable clothing. Young French males had to be seen in the same sorts of chic clothing as their girlfriends. So I was kitted out like everyone else - to see and be seen. I was back in. I told my wife that I had to go away on a last minute overnite trip and I met them at a clean motel not too far from my house. They had gotten a room with plenty of space for the 3 of us to sleep and the general idea was that we would have some drinks, watch some sports and just give eachother pleasure, without being afraid of the wives walking in. I got there around 8 and it was obvious they had planned some stuff as they greeted me with a very strong rum and coke and pretty quickly the talk.