The cheek of it.Naturally, this week the corset (plain black) went on first and Itightened it properly to 28" without too much difficulty and only a l...ttlebreathing challenge. Then came the stockings, which were smoky grey andthe French Knickers, which were black to match the corset and seemed alittle loose. In the corset cups went the breast forms, although theyreally augmented the amount of flesh that I pulled up, rather thanreplaced it. Mind you, as I pushed them as far down into the cups. But now we had to decide what to do. We were far enough out that neither of our cells was on any grid, and it looked like any rescuing that was going to happen was going to be done by us or not at all. So we started to walk.After walking for a few hours in the sunlight and then in the dusk however, we still had not seen anything or anyone. Some shortcut. By then we were tired, and lay down in the grass for a rest. At least the summer heat was enough that we were in no danger of freezing.We were. “I want to get into you.”Tess gasped and opened her eyes. “Don’t say things like that.” She stepped out of her loosened clothing. “It makes me want to attack you.” She strained against him, driven by a sense of urgency.Max gripped her rear and clamped her to him. He used his teeth on her earlobe. “Don’t hold back.” His mouth claimed hers, their tongues tangling until she was writhing against him. He held her breast in his firm grip, flicking her nipple with his finger. She moaned as moisture. And humming. And growling. This was a time when being a player of a wind instrument came in handy. I needed air but I had decided beforehand that I wanted this fine woman to have three orgasms before I stuck my dick into her. I continued to serenade her from down under.As her clit throbbed with my growling vocalizations, I snuck a second finger into her asshole and I felt her rubbery rim stretch.“Damn, boy, you do love my ass, don’t you? Oh, fuck…”She put her hands in my hair and mashed my head.