She relayed the story of there meeting to me (her writing guys ;-):After I texted my husband that John (yes, his real name!) was on his way up to the ...partment, I undressed completely to meet him at the door naked. I was so turned on by this that my pussy was dripping wet.When the doorbell rang I thought I was going to faint with nervousness and excitement--I was going to be that bad girl I had always heard--and dreamed--about!!I let him in and his expression at seeing me naked was priceless,. I turned to check the portal and found it to be a silver chain with links similar to what a dog chain had. There were two boxes with equal lengths of chain between them. This had to be for the globes. There was no key, though, until I thought of what was around my neck. There was still a lot of slack in the chain so it could get a lot larger. Two pegs in the wall were enough for the man that visited our house but not good enough for me.There was a long carpet runner on the floor. I pushed the. It was a brand that Ryan happened to like himself, but he couldn’t help disliking the guy for ignoring his very sexy wife all the time.He also wanted to unpack and examine a couple new shipments he’d just received from Europe, containing the exclusive oils, lotions and crèmes that he coveted for his intense skin care regimen and for nourishing and maintaining his cock, balls and ass. In all the research he’d done as a teen on “love potions”, sexual enhancers, penis sensitizers and. After dinner I went to his room and changed into my short shorts and a tank top, that had become accustom to wearing around the house before bed. Suddenly, the door opened an Matt walked in. My c cup breasts we exposed as I had just pulled my shorts up to cover my pink string thong. I pulled on my tank top as quickly as I could while my uncle stood in the doorway dumbfounded."I'm so sorry. I don't normally knock on my own door,"he said as his eyes wondered over my skin tight and revealing.