Sure enough there were more than a few toots get feedmy ego. I wondered, "How many know what I am like under these clothes? Ihad on 3 inch black boots... fishnet stockings that were attached togarters under a black mini-skirt. The 3-4 length sleeve blouse hadfishnet arm warmers as well as my 'net chemise was the same net aseverything else. Black and white all around. I really did feel slutty andmust have looked like a hookers that frequented this city. To be desiredfor sex in such a way, like an. Miss Spencer. Tomorrow. 3pm. The usual place. Don’t forget to wear your collar.I let out a groan of disbelief, childish anger burning in me. I wanted to cum, and I wanted to do it tonight! She’d practically promised me! I spent several minutes stomping around the room before flinging myself onto the sofa, sprawled out, her letter crumpled in my fist as I let out a resigned sigh. It was obvious who was in charge. Much as she wanted me, I wanted what she did to me even more. Rolling over, I. She called me to set it up for her. I went to her house for that. She welcomed me and offered me water. She was wearing tight leggings and sleeveless T’s. Damn her curves! I got an instant hard-on.Thanks to my new innerwear which was holding my bulge properly so that it can’t be seen. We sat down and together started unpacking the PC and the components. She insisted on helping me. While setting up the PC we touched each other’s hands often.Every time we did there used to be seconds of silence.. She takes control. Kissing me as if her life depended on it. She puts her arms around my neck and pulls me closer, I let her and we kiss for a long time, an eternity, in a place where nothing else matters except the two of us.We break our kiss after a long time, both flushed and gasping for air from the long passionate kiss. And then after a moment of delay, as we catch our breaths, like the silence before a storm, we start kissing again. This time faster and hungrier than the last. I nibbled.