Damn! I wanted to get off before the guys came back but Icouldnt reach myself! Damn it! I sighed under my breath as I lowered theskirt to my feet and ...lid the heels thru the opening. I stood up as I slidthe skirt up to my waist. It made a whispering sound as it slid up thehose and over the girdle. And damn it was kinda tight across the legs, it trapped my legs into justa small opening. As I tottered across the laundry room floor on the heelsI had to readajust the length of my steps to. But I did notice a tendency for her to like it more when she was treated like a whore who do anything for his BBC. When Jamal would tease her and make her beg for his BBC she would cum repeatedly when he finally fucked her. Even more so when Jamal would make me watch him degrade her, taunting me to try stop him from treating her like a whore wanting to be bred by his BBC. I lost count of how many times he forced her to tell me how she loved his BBC and that my cock could never compare to. I sat patiently listening to her tale, saying nothing to interrupt her. When she finished I sat thinking for a minute. She waited while I collected my thoughts.I looked at her my ego shattered, then said, "Amanda, you've had more sex this week than we've had in the past two years. Am I really that bad in bed? Am I that unattractive to you? I don't understand. I know I encouraged this little fling but right now I'm somewhat upset with myself for doing so."She started crying, “I know, I'm sorry.. How about a skirt? Excellent. Sexy yet accessible. Hmmm denims? No, jeans. A blue jean skirt. With a zipper down the rear, a full length zipper. Great.Now for the top... oh joy. 14 tops and none of them match what I'm looking for. I looked in drawers and storage things I had not touched in months. My eyes fell on a denim top I had borrowed from Diane. Perfect. Zipper down the front, deep v-neck to start... it's just too perfect.I called up Diane. "Hey, Diane, can I keep your top another couple.