They are made of a very fine silk. They arethe sign that you are deemed worthy of wearing nice lady clothing."It was just oversized underwear! There w...re elastic at the legs and atthe waist, but the amount of material combined to his poking penis madeit look obscene! It did not apparently seem that way to Mrs Driver, atleast that's not what she said, for she called Alice:"Honey! Will you come and help me getting Jessica dressed up? She'sdecent enough that you may come in!"The door opened, and. It was power and precision. Control. My hands guided her back toward me as my hips moved toward her. My pace increased. My hips swiveled slightly, literally screwing in to her. More. Faster. Hands clutching her hips. Leaning over her, pinning her to the table. Her grinding back against me. Our mutual grunts. The scent of us. I felt the tension of orgasm grow within her. Her breathing became more ragged. She grunted as she pressed her hips back against me. I held onto her with one arm as I. She was in control, sure of herself, feisty, my lover, my equal.It wasn't rocket science. But this much I had figured out: When she was bound, I was in total control. She didn't even want a safe-word. She had had to explain what that was to me later. When she was free, we were equals. We both agreed we could live with that. Even better, I got to decide when she was bound and when she was free.She said she had things to take care of and got up. 'Life goes on, ' or something like that. I don't. Not that she didn't enjoy being the top quantum cosmologist at Brookhaven National Laboratory. The juju that allowed her to tweak men's minds also made her a genius. Her research was going well, looking to propel her toward a third Nobel Prize in as many years.Last year's prize had been for her discovery that quarks are not the ultimate components of matter. Ayo had shown that they, in turn, are composed of still smaller entities, spasming, slit-like little structures that Ayo had named -- to.