" "My mom texted me, she won't be home tonight, and my dad is out of town till next week."I asked if I could pull my car in their garage. And added if...I'm not home soon my wife would worry. That last part was a lie, she couldn't care less where I was or who I was with. We had hardly said two words to each other in weeks.Lindsey opened the garage for me, I limped my car in, and grabbed my tools. Their garage looked like no one lived in the house, except for the washer and dryer, and the two. ”I was too embarrassed to reply so I just turned on theradio until we got home. We ate dinner with my parentsand not a word was said about what happened. Soon itwas time for bed. We said our good nights and Clairehugged me. She pressed her body against mine and Iswore I felt her hand move down to my ass but it wasso fast and swift I couldn’t tell for sure. That nightI masturbated 3 times just replaying the scene we hadtogether over and over in my head.A week went by without anything. She pressed her fingers together then, cupping her breasts.Now she smiled softly down at her own tits, discovering, examining and approving them -- as if all for the first time. Her fingers began to undulate, gently fondling the sensitive flesh. Her nipples, already stiffened, seemed to swell even more with hot blood. They looked to Charlene as if they were going to pop right off her big breasts with the pent-up pressure within them at any moment.Her thumbs slowly separated from the other. Master said that our guests were “starting to arrive”. It could take a while. I knew Master would want me at my best. I lay down on the bed and decided to take a nap. I felt someone caressing my hair. I rolled over. ‘Hello Master.’ I smiled. ‘Did you sleep well, my pet?’ He stroked my cheek with his thumb. ‘Yes Master.’ ‘Good.’ He grinned. ‘We are ready for you now.’ Master offered me a hand and helped me up. ‘One more thing.’ He helped me step into a pair of three inch red heels. ‘I.