Ithurt a bit, but since I really wanted to please a man I didn't mind much.Next, I was given a black panty and Tasha helped me put on a blackcorset. S...e put all her strength in tightening the corset, since I hadtrouble breathing. But after a while I got used to it. My boobs reallyshowed nicely now and I felt proud. A black suspender with sheer blacknylons completed my undergarment. A black tight dress with a low-cutfront came next and was zipped up in the back by Tasha. I was to put onhigh. In return I looked at her more clearly in silence. She wore a blue trimmed short sleeved white tunic, some kind of uniform perhaps, which was tailored to her figure ending three or so inches below her crotch. The white stood out against the soft tone of her skin.Gently she stroked her own thigh, seemingly in deep thought, then silently she held a hand out to me. Her eyes wide in invitation. I didn't know what to do but step towards her.As I moved she turned her back and leaned away from me over. Every guys knows that sometimes our cocks speak much louder than any words we could ever utter. I asked her to share more and to slowly stroke me as she did so. This wasn’t a test of trust I was laying on her. Now that I’m older I realize what a huge leap in faith it must have been, sharing these details with a man she would marry in a few months. One thing I’d learned with my ex wife was that if I pushed her too hard, - put pressure on her to have sex with other guys, it turned her off, so. One day, however, I spent a long day on the job and was leaving the citylate. I passed Tony's shop and was surprised to still see dim lights on.I decided to stop in and get a trim. The shop was empty, even though thed****s were closed, I could make out someone sweeping the floor. The doorwas locked so I knocked and a voice said that the shop was closed. Iknocked again and Tony poked his head around the curtain. He smiled whenhe saw me and unlocked the door. I went in and took a seat.When.