The fact that it was Marla wearing it of course waskey. She was my Mistress, my Lady and my love.Stopping when I reached her burnished, glowing spike... rubber boots, I layon my belly, surrendered to anything this woman wished to command.Leaning forward, she took my shoulders in her hands and guided meupwards, to a kneeling position.She spoke, looking into my eyes. "I love you." Simple words but thecenter of my ecstasy. Before I could reply, she put a latex-clad fingerto my lips. "Never,. Madge had him step into the white taffeta petticoat now. The crispmaterial whistled in the quite room as she worked it up his legs, overthe slip and then tied the white lace tightly around his already cinchedwaist. Timmy gasped as she swished the petticoat out and down thenlooked on with a smile."I...I d...don't know M...Madge. M...maybe I should just get changedback," he gasped. "I...I"ve never worn this much, I mean all at oncebefore," he gasped."You'll get used to it Timmy," Madge. Looking down, I could see the neck rising from between my swollen dark lips and became so aroused at the sight. Taking the empty bottle from the table, I began to rub it over my breast. It felt good as I held one breast in my hand and guided the sleek glass over my skin. Tippling the neck, I ran the bottle neck ridges along my now fully erect nipple. The sensuous pain as the steel stud pulled on the nipple made me crazy, causing me to squeeze my legs together tightly. "Ah shit" I hollered out. Molly obliged, but said something about not being able to read the menu. For that matter, he couldn’t read it either — prix fixe, composed confit of duck salad, smoked pistachio crusted beet and goat cheese terrine. And the wine list? It was more like a book with each varietal having its own page. He smiled at Molly, sans lenses. She smiled back and seemed to like the attention, but he was scared shitless about what he’d do next to notice. Then he saw the couple at the other table again. The.