It was nothing like the tight lacingyou hear about, where the victims pass out with pain - no, this wassimply a few firm pulls which changed my alread... slim figure into aquite delicious one.Then Celia was pulling stockings over my toes, and up my legs andfastening them to the suspenders on the corset.'Did Marilyn wear suspenders?' I asked. I was no Marilyn Monroe expert,but I couldn't remember ever seeing photographs of her in them.'I'm not certain,' Celia said. 'But bear in mind, suspenders. But I couldn’t and wouldn’t touch women without her consent or when she is not stable as was the case with Geetha. I cleaned the glasses with mud and water and packed things in the carry bag she had brought.As she got up to walk, she trembled and was about to fall down, I grabbed her by the waist (she sexy hip), she looked at me and said nothing. We walked together hand in hand. As the doors of our houses came in sight, I could see kick flying out of Geetha as she was kinda started walking. They were so loud I was scared someone could hear them from outside. Later Sahil told me he was scared too.My tongue worked on her sexy and wet pussy for a long time. Although I knew she was thoroughly enjoying it, my dick, which was hard like a rod by now, was dying to enter her treasure hole. I moved up and she grabbed me by my head and kissed me hard on the lips. While we were locked in a wild smooch (I was worried my lips were going to be bitten off) my lower body was busy positioning. " Did your friend ask you to dance?" Well, no," I confessed."Think he'd have any objections if we did?"I had met his kind before, this too-good looking young man: possessive, demanding, arrogant, cock-sure of himself. He was the kind I too often found myself in bed with on a Saturday night/Sunday morning. Richard, of course, was too old and too new a friend to rescue me from this creep. I'd have to do it myself-if I could. And then, inanely, disgustingly, I chickened out."You'd have to ask him.