The sound of the handcuffs being pulled against the bed head fill the room, only being drowned out by her moans. As I suck and lick her clit, I am sho...ing the dildo in and out. She is moaning harder and harder, squirming more and more. Her legs begin to squeeze hard against my head, her breathing becomes rapid. There it is, her first orgasm. I pull my head away, remove the dildo and give her a kiss; her juices still fresh upon my lips.I run my fingers back inside her, she is still very jumpy at. I asked her who she chatting with.She replied it’s her friend who helped buy honeymoon dresses. I assumed its some female friend. I nodded head and went down to wait for her in the lobby. Shilpa came out wearing a short skirt and a deep neck top. She was looking bomb.Me, “Honey, I didn’t expect you to wear such a hot dress.”Shilpa, “It is for you.”Saying this, she continued walking. I couldn’t take eyes from her.Me, “Honey, shall I ask one thing if you don’t mind. (Shilpa just looked me) Didn’t. By nine I’d climbed into the comfy old bed, my head sinking luxuriously into the large puffy pillow. The sensuality of being in Iris’s company began filling my thoughts and my hand crept between my thighs and into my snatch; I began masturbating; then shortly, I heard someone knocking softly at the door!“Yes, who is it?” I called softly.It was Guy who appeared; “May I come in?”I sat up, suddenly wide-eyed replying, “Well yes, what is it Guy?”Wearing only his pyjama bottoms, he came to stand. I paid even more attention to everything fromstore flyers to fashion magazines to all the other women I'd encounterfrom the time I left the house till I returned. And I began to developmy very own style of 'dressing for success.'But I'd be lying if I told you my style preferences were about suitingmyself. No, I actually cared a great deal about how other women saw me.AND men, but not all men - just the really special ones, like Rob.Every time I contemplated how an outfit might look on me, I.