On the drive over thoughts of my lover raced through my mind. His smell, his taste, his touch… I entered the room and closed the door. The soft fabr...c felt like hands softly caressing my body as I slowly brought it up and over my head. He had never left my mind. As I lay there with the heat of the lamps and the air of the fan it made me aware of every inch of my body. My hands wandering up and down until I was startled back to reality by the sound of the bed turning off. I quickly dressed and. . ?" All right, Mr. Ballard," his secretary said."Jay! Just call me Jay... Karen! By the way what time is it?" It's ten-oh-five... Jay," Miss Forrester said sweetly."Thanks... and I'll wait here for Arnie Pearson's call!"He was fully awake ten minutes later, when Arnie called again."Joan told me you wanted to talk to me, Jay..." I do! Now, listen carefully! I know it's Ramsey... for sure! He's got two bird dogs out! One's a guy by the name of Jack Stearns. The other's named Pratt!" Yeah, I know. I went straight home and tried it on. It was a little tight and I couldn't get the back zipper up so I thought I'd lose a bit of weight for my "wedding day". I started to plan how it would turn out and what I would wear. I got online and bought a sensational pair of six inch white shine patent leather stilettos. A pair of fully fashions sheer nylon white seamed stockings. A shiny white satin corset bustier with breast cups. A pair of C false breasts. A lovely. Shimmering white satin slip would. Asmy eyes regain focus, I am holding onto his hips for balance and staring ata bulging hump stretching his pants, wanting to be released. His handtightens in my hair and he forces my face against the lump, rubbing me gentlyalongside his painful erection. The pungent aroma fills my nose as I slideup and down, unquestioning, my tongue laps out and I lick the imprisoned hardnesstasting the leather. He yanks on my hair, forcing me to look up at his face. His voice barely audible: ?Take if off!?.