I had gotten it specifically for Sam because it had two locking clasps on the strap. They positioned my new breasts in the garment and locked the bra...onto me. Next came Sam's g-string black panties. Before that though, I saw Pat reach into the bag and pull out a decent sized butt plug. She shoved the penis gag into my mouth before I could scream and proceeded to lube up the plug and plunge it into my asshole. As my luck would have it, sensation was returning to my body, and I felt enough. Giving up any pretense of just washing her, I dropped the washcloth. I ran my hand over her pussy, paying extra attention to separating spreading her lips open until I got to her clit. I ran my fingers over it, rubbing it at first and then gently pinching it. She was moaning even louder by now.While playing with her clit, I pressed my mouth against her, slipping my tongue along her. I slowly started working my tongue in and out as I kept up toying her clit. She was moving against my face,. We always ended with a tongue-dipping kiss. I'm not sure how I scored him, but I'm quite glad that I did. I had a knack for timing when he came home from work. Usually he would get off of work at 6 pm, then fight an hour worth of traffic before coming home at 7 pm. Some days he had to work late but he usually made it home before 10 pm. I tried to assert myself that I wasn't one of those 'hawk' girlfriends who wanted to know every single action a guy takes. If he was the man he claimed himself. ”“Thank you, Bill.”- - - - -On our second date, I took Lynn to an Indian restaurant.“Oh, Bill! This is so good!”“I knew you would like it.”“You make everything so special,” she said as she took my hand and looked into my eyes.“You make everything special for me too, sweetie.” Then I leaned over and we kissed. She tried to hold the kiss, but we were in a restaurant.“I really love our kisses, darling,” Lynn whispered.“Me too.”“You are now my darling.”“I noticed…and I like it.”We kissed again,.