Fat chance.We were always dressed up when at home, and always dressed up under ournormal clothes when we were out. She always dressed me for work, loc...ingme in the tightest body shapers and corsets, frilliest panties, bras andgarter belts, shiniest pantyhose and stockings, largest suitable for longwear butt plugs. It was a good thing that I could wear jeans andsweatshirts to work, hiding my restrictive and uncomfortable yet sexy andconstantly arousing underthings. Every move, every breath. He continued spanking me with his free hand and despite my discomfort, I was moaning and grinding like a bitch in heat. He didn't allow me to cum, but kept me on the edge, I would have done anything he'd asked for relief. With one vicious tug, Benedict relieved my asshole of the transparent intruder. I tensed for the sting of the tails but instead the manual smacks continued paired with the mace like blows of the glass handle. They weren't overly hard, but I knew they'd likely bruise, which was. My sister finally won the game, and my husband had to do a double shot of tequila and a little dance as he stripped off his underwear. We cheered him on as his underwear came off, but it was a little anticlimactic, given the comparison in size between he and Paul. We then retired to our separate bedrooms to finish the night with our own spouses.My husband wasn’t in much shape for anything, given the amount he had to drink, and soon he had crashed, much to my disappointment. I was horny from the. .. how are you able to talk to me at all? Last time you were totally spaced-out by Thursday." Please, Melinda, answer me. Did you try to give yourself to him yet?"Melinda slowly shook her head. "Actually, I tried, and he sort of said 'no.' Or at least he said he had to think about it, which is just as good as a 'no' right now." Could you hold off for a little longer?"Melinda narrowed her eyes. "Why?"Heather looked uncertain but suddenly shivered and let out a husky sigh. When she spoke again,.