Billy and Chuck sat on the one bed, and Peter sat across from them.They had scarcely begun chatting before Billy said, “You’re a little overdresse... Peter, why don’t you get more comfortable?”Gingerly, Peter arose and stripped down to his underwear. Peter had a very neat body; he wasn’t as big as the two six-foot tall men across from him but stood at respectable five-foot-ten inches tall. As they spoke, Peter could also not believe that they were in their mid-forties and would’ve guessed that. He was a bit older than me, ex-military, and told stories of having lived all around the world, finishing up in Asia before his discharge.He would refer to his “little woman” or just “his woman” but I never heard her referred to by name or as his wife. I was a little surprised when he invited me over for dinner on Sunday afternoon one weekend. Being a bachelor, I’ll take home cooked food anytime. He did ask if I liked stir-fry and I said I did.I guess after that request I shouldn’t have been. ” She jumped and gave me a big hug, then opened the bag. She looked inside, and turned the deepest darkest red I have ever seen!She closed the bag, then opened it and looked inside again, as if she could not believe what was inside. Then she turned even more red, and looked into my face. Linda was giggling, and I simply grinned. “Mandy, Linda told me that you two were sometimes having problems, ahh, sharing. So this way, you have one of your own when you need it.”She then laughed, and gave me a. She always dressed me for work, lockingme in the tightest body shapers and corsets, frilliest panties, bras andgarter belts, shiniest pantyhose and stockings, largest suitable for longwear butt plugs. It was a good thing that I could wear jeans andsweatshirts to work, hiding my restrictive and uncomfortable yet sexy andconstantly arousing underthings. Every move, every breath reminded me ofwhat I was wearing and what I was denied, every time I sat down I wasimpaled deeper on her cell.