“Yes,” she lied. She wanted him to see her in her short skirt. Before the night was over, she would show him more. When they came home, Cindy usua...ly went straight to bed. That is the chance Brandy would have with Michael. She could almost feel his hands on her body. His powerful hands demanding her to perform for him. What would he make me do?“You look good in it,” Michael said softly. “Real good.”Brandy blushed, feeling the flush run over her body. She didn’t know what to say.“Ready,” Cindy. He always heard a woman cry out in pain and then a feeling of remorse, but now it was becoming like an opera, a tragedy. Peter reached over and felt for his wife, Laura. Her hand patted him with reassurance and he fell back on his pillow. Laura flipped over and reached her small arm across his chest, her brown hair building up around his face. He brushed it down and kissed her on the forehead. Sunrise would be a few hours away. He could share his dreams with her until then.***Peter drove into. He is so creative and takes me beyond anything I have ever known. He knows how kinky I am and he incorporates that into our BDSM practices, be it hot wax, slapping my face, choking me, or any of my other 99 fetishes. A night to remember sounds very promising. I showered, paying close attention to shaving my pussy. I got out of the shower, dried and began getting ready. I chose Masters favorite lavender bra and panties. Decided on a black skirt and a simple top that hugged my curves. To complete the look was a white gym bag resting casually over one shoulder. No one would have suspected the naughty toys hidden within."Looks like we get sporty spice tonight" I joked."No, you don't" she responded cheekily "this is all for Susan."Several minutes later Jessica was emptying her bag onto the table while Susan looked on in awe. I was permitted to observe tonight, but couldn't participate. If customers turned up I would have to serve them, but otherwise I was just here to help.