Just the blouse, a skirt and stockings. I sighed. It was another of her little games to make me feel self-conscious - and it worked. I hesitantly slip...ed on the blouse and buttoned it up in the front. Seeing my reflection in the mirror made me gasp. The material was not completely opaque, and I could see the faint rosy hue of my nipples where they pressed quite noticeably against the fabric. It looked - slutty. I sat down on the edge of the tub with the stockings in hand and rolled the first. So I told her. I was blunt, I was honest, and I came right out and told her how I felt. "You are truly amazing. Sexy as hell. The body you have. The personality you have. The way you do the shit you do. You speak your mind. You're not afraid to say whatever the fuck you want. I think it's pretty damn amazing. And I had no idea you were so young. I really didn't. Yeah. I've slept with other younger girls/women. But not as blunt and open as you. And seriously? I just met you, we're working. It still scared him badly. It scared me and I knew it was an act and wasn't even the target. Miranda picked up the conversation, "Harry, which would you prefer? The twig removed or the leather string released?"She pulled the gag back for a moment. "The leather string, please! Oh, please release the leather!" She smiled gently and replaced the gag. She took her knife and almost cut through the leather. It would stretch just a little before breaking. I had the feeling that it would hurt worse for. As soon as she was inside with the door closed and locked, Cliff cupped Barb’s ass cheeks with both of his hands. Barb just stood still as Cliff massaged the generous flesh in his hands. He lifted her skirt exposing her panty covered ass. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of her panties and slowly pulled them down. This was the part that Cliff loved best as he uncovered her marvelous ass. Barb leaned forward and placed her hands on the desk chair and arched her back to further accentuate.