Up, back down, then up, back down, fingernails gently rubbing my balls, over, and over , with the skill of the clearly experienced woman I had always ...nown her to be. I felt myself growing closer and closer to the edge, ready to explode, needing this, wanting this, having to have this. I clinched my hands tightly together behind my back as my orgasm approached, knowing I had promised not to touch her (and not wanting to ruin this). Finally, at long last, I kicked my heels into the bed, threw. Also, becauseof the rigid screening for membership, audience participation is allowed,and even encouraged!"A waitress arrive at our table and I noticed her uniform, like all theothers, consisted of a very severe red satin corset, a very short flaredsatin skirt of the same color, with black lace trimmed apron. Underneaththe skirt, frothy petticoats held it straight out so that it was obviousthe waitress was wearing crotchless panties. She also had leather cuffson her ankles, and wrists with a. ’ ‘Confess, dammit. What did you do?’ ‘Well, I had an affair, it lasted a couple of months during that time.’ Jerry’s mouth fell open: the beer mug he had at his lips leaked foam onto his shirt, and he didn’t care. ‘You were fucking around! And you’re still alive? I would have bet Jayne would have killed you, or at least cut off the offending parts.’ ‘What Jayne doesn’t know,’ I told him, ‘won’t hurt either of us.’ ‘You were able to have an affair and keep it secret from your wife? She’s smart. She was sitting in her best friend’s bedroom topless. She was being ordered to do uncomfortable things by a stranger. Her BFF was staring at her with a strange look. What was that look? She was uncomfortable and excited. “Remove your panties!” She immediately refused, stopping her BFF who had reach over to grasp her boy shorts. This was as naked as she was getting. Why did her BFF look disappointed? There were no further messages. They both sat looking at each other. Her friend’s.