"The tiny white panties clung to her mound, accentuating the beautiful little cleft. A small triangle of pubic hair seemed to point downwards towards ...t, in invitation. She moved forward slightly and unfastened the belt of my, trousers as I struggled with my shirt, they came off together along with my shoes, I felt shy about taking my shorts off, but her lips on mine again and the feel of her nipples on my chest soon dispelled any fears I had.I felt her hand moving down over my stomach into my. They both had a love for it too and would joke around about how sexy I’d look in them. Whenever they were at work or just out, I’d dress up in my uniforms or corsets and get online. When I dressed, I became a different person. Sometimes I could barely tell it was me. Watching myself actually turned me on because I didn’t look anything like me, I looked like a very sexy female in a maid’s outfit or in a rubber catsuit. I’d go into the fetish chat rooms and feed the people what they craved. The butterflies in my stomach returned as well as a twitch below reminding me how his lips wrapped around my nipple felt. He asked how I was and I waved my left leg at him ... look, no cast, I said. He asked me if I wanted to celebrate over lunch. The angel on my shoulder said NO, RUN AWAY as fast as you can, the Devil on the other shoulder said Go For It.The devil won and I agreed to a quick lunch telling him I had alot work to do before my trip the next day.I told him I was going to Houston. 'Are you wearing the training belt as instructed?' he asked not looking up from his work. 'Yes.' is all she said. 'Show me please.' He looked over at her now and leaned back in his chair.She lifted her skirt displaying her clean panties over the training belt. He motioned her closer and to turn around and she responded immediately. She lifter the back of her skirt and bent forward. A small gasp escaped her lips. 'And how long did you wear it?' he asked. 'I only took it off to clean up and put.