T. blinked and found herself outside the black door, her hand on the silver handle. She jerked her hand back as if stung and just stared at the door f...r long seconds.It would be easy to imagine she’d dreamed the white room but she knew the truth. She could feel the path cut in the weight of the world, and while on the path she felt almost whole, almost human. To resist the path would mean shouldering the crushing weight of the world. The thought made her shudder and want to vomit. Nothing was. Without a thought Mary told me to get on the floor where I was earlier. She told me to pull my pants off, and starting jacking me off with her feet. After about a minute she ask me if we could find a position where I was doing the work. So she laid back on the couch and told me to do what ever I wanted. I grabbed her feet again and slid my dick between her soles and pumped back and forth forth a few times, when she ask me to stop. I ask her what was wrong and she said that she wanted me to fuck. It turns out, I'm not always in control. You know what they say, if you play with fire....I put on my crotchless cheetah print leggings. Over that a tan leather skirt. It was not quite knee length, nothing too short. I wore a shear bra with no underwire. This I enjoy because I have dark nipples and with no underwire, they jiggle a lot and it does nothing to hide THO. Over that I wore a sheer button down blouse. In bright enough light, its still see through. However, in bar lighting its. Although my husband has gracefully accepted my chosen lifestyle, I do enjoy teasing and humiliating him sexually whenever possible. We have discussed this at length, and by his own admission he admitted that my sexual indiscretions and various levels of humiliation, excited him. I openly admitted that I loved getting fucked and having strange men shower me with sexual attention, but the notion of unfaithfulness and the depraved humiliation of my husband only added to the sense of arousal. When.