I think it was pretty obvious from my erect nipples that I was certainly not wearing a bra, but I smiled at him and thanked him for the option. When J...nny returned I was lying on the massage table with the towel covering me from my breasts to upper thighs, and no underwear. Jonny began massaging me at my shoulders arms, and neck, relaxing me in a few minutes, and then moved to my feet to work on my feet and calf muscles. He was a very good masseur and a charming man, who was both amusing and. The next package brings forth a garter belt that also matches the panties. The material has a heavier narrow band around all the edges to both give it some strength and shape, but the other parts of all three items are just added color to the flesh behind them. She has never worn a garter belt and stockings since our wedding day so I know she will wear them, even if only for special occasions. The next package holds the stockings. They are red as well and they are also made of silk, a first. His tongue plays circles on my clit, and it's such a relief to be touched. I writhe against the chair, moaning for her. Her hands are me, half caressing and half restraining. His pace increases, teasing, stroking, circling. "Would you like to come for me?" she whispers. Unable to find words, my eyes are fixed on hers, pleading. Her face changes just a fraction but it's a shift from gentle coaxing to a command. In that moment she is our queen. "Come for me now. Come now" Waves of orgasm crash. ”“And if not?” I asked. I really didn’t want to know, but he was looking intently at me and his facial expression looked like he wanted me to ask the question.He laughed and said, “They will be left in the punishment frame and carried out to a place filled with safari ants... I think you Americans call them army ants... and then they will be covered in honey and left to the ants.”“May you be forgiving,” I said, lifting my almost empty glass of wine. When his face hardened, I added, “... or not..