Again. Add that to the other mishaps and missing the entire ending the first go around, and you have one seriously pissed Gertrude Vito. Time continue... to go by, and I realize I haven't had a single successful round today, and at the rate things are going, there's no redeeming this practice session for me at this point. This is a total fail. I can't believe I'm struggling this much. I'm extremely unfocused now, and any shred of confidence that may have been there before has completely left my. Beneath the corset, she wore a black leather skirt that only went half-way down her thighs. She wore no panties underneath. On her feet she wore stiletto heels, a full four inches tall. Around her neck was a collar which had a 3 foot thin cable leash attached to it. She looked back at Master, who was far more conservatively dressed - khaki pants and a black collar shirt with long sleeves and onyx and gold cufflinks. "Here we are, Nora. You know what will be happening this evening, don't you?". Today (18.8.17) was my luckiest day I hope. It was a dull, boring, sleepy day. I had project review meeting with her after class hours. As usual, I jumped in joy and flew to her cabin after class hours.As soon as I entered staff room, I came to know that everyone left except her. I went inside her cabin and the sight of her single side boob made my dick hard in seconds. She saw me and asked me to sit. I adjusted my bag as well as my dick and sat in the chair and we started discussing the. A 'Dear John' letter." Oh shit! Who for?" Ian." Hell!" Bloody women!" Come on!" Hamish led the way back to the hut. "Let's have a look before I break the bad news." He turned to the radio operator. "Chey, go and dig up a couple of bottles of whisky - we're all going to need cheering up and Ian might want to get drunk."The three of them packed into the little room that served as base office and radio shack. Even without their outdoor clothes they were bulky in heavy sweaters and thick trousers.