."My voice was low and my breathing was already shallow.My nipples were erect, and my face flushed.I had never been hornier then now. I wanted to be h...gher.I needed it.Craved it.I had to have his still hard dick inside me."Just what, Amy?" Matt asked cruely, standing at the foot of the bed with an innocent look on his face.He had his hands resting on my calves, and my legs tingled with the expectation that he would move them up higher.I bit my bottom lip, feeling foolish that he was making me. I had full makeup, jewellery, perfume and shoulder length black bob wig.As arranged I was taken by my host to the small room with no windows and as we entered I saw the stockade that I would be secured to. It was bolted onto a wooden plinth which made it about waist height. It was black metal and had sinister looking cuffs at front and back and a mid length raised hollow bar with cushioning on it and a bigger metal cuff at head level. There were several leather straps with buckles and lengths. Usne kaha ki sharmao mat yahan koi nahin hai. aur usne apni salwar niche ki taraf sarkadi. usne under panty nahi pehni thi. ab mujhe uski moti gaand ka crack dikhne laga aur mera lund bekabu hone laga.Mera haath dhire dhire mein niche le jaane aga. uski gaand bahot hi smooth thi. mujhe laga ki usko bhi maja aaraha hai. lekin mein ekdam bekabu hogaya tha. pata nahi kya hua aur mein uske uper chad kar let gaya. wo boli ki kya hua? control nahi hota? mai koi help kardu tumhari? meio ishi intezaar. She wanted me to wait there for her so she could show me with the dress on. I stood there for a good minute or so when I came up with one of my craziest ideas yet. I wondered what it would be like to slip into the dressing room with her. I glanced around before I quietly slipped into the changing room with my wife. “What are you doing in here? You can’t be in here!” she said with a stunned look on her face. “You wanted me to see you with the dress on, right?” I said. “Well, yes, but I didn’t.