Maybe because she was already thinking about his hands touching her when there was not clothing to come between her and his fingers? He had a key to h...r hotel room… he could come in and fuck her whenever he wanted. The thought both excited and scared her. Had it been a rash move? Giving Greg the key like that? It had certainly given Julie a thrill to put it in his waiting hand. It was virtually the same thing as telling him that she wanted him to fuck her. On his terms, no less. It was one. She first thought it‘d be one of Anna‘s weird jokes. Sometimes she had spoken as if she‘d come from another world, and sometimes Yana wondered what her life had been like when she started talking about the Inquisition, then about Caesar and then about the second world war not a minute after. But this topped everything.The most striking aspect was the smell. Yana had rarely smelled such a heady odor. The aroma had a rather musky, sharp and earthy touch, an interesting smell that made her kinda. No longer pillowed against his chest nor restrained by her bikini, her heavenly globes swung free. she looked down and saw her bikini top lying on his legs. Confused, she uttered a puzzled, "What?"No sooner had the word left her lips than realization dawned: I'm topless! Oh no! And he practically has his nose in my cleavage! She sat back in renewed alarm, which coincidentally displayed her beauteous boobs to their best advantage (although it meant she wasn't rocking on his throbbing pole. Visions of pink lace, the hertightest training bra, nylons and high heels, manacles, ropes, locksand chains... the sweet aromas of make-up, hair spray and perfumeintoxicated my thoughts. The funny thing was that as part of our D/shobbying, on occasion, my wife would briefly crossdress me and waskeenly aware of a subtle streak of femininity in my nature. But she hadno idea how Stacy enjoyed tormenting her outer sissy in diapers.Thoughts of soon wearing the diapers filled my consciousness,.