We used to go to office parties and usually used my office as a changing room. This office was the one in which I shagged my filing clerk Ann and watc...ing my spouse undress and start to put on her ballgown evoked those pleasurable moments. I knew she knew I was getting randy by the smile on her face as my cock grew in my underpants and she asked me if I wanted to fuck her before she got any further with her dressing. Naturally I said I would and before the minute was much older I was down on my. No key. Hmm, I had to pause for a moment and consider that once I locked it, it was there to stay. Sure, I could probably cut it off, but it would not be easy. So until I was with Mistress, I was locked up. Time was ticking, and I could feel the pull of my need to serve her mix with the fear of being this far out of control making me dizzy. And the clock was ticking. I checked my phone: it had already been an hour and a half. I needed to decide and do it quickly. The thought of taking it off. I hope you weren’t expecting to take her?”Fortunately for me I could tell the truth. “No,” I said softly, “I wasn’t expecting to take her.”He frowned at me. “But you wanted to, didn’t you?”“Sort of. Maybe.”“Hmm.” He frowned at me. “Well put her right out of your mind.”“I already had.”He stared at me for a moment longer. “Are there any girls in your school who you know would be a concubine?”“Only three for certain, and one of those I wouldn’t choose in a month of Sundays.”“Not if she were the. I tried moving to avoid what I couldn’t see, yeah that was sure funny.The feather continued to lightly brush my arms and in particular my arm pits. Wow, never knew how sensitive and ticklish they could be. It was like a sweet torture, not painful, but I kept squirming. I’m sure she was enjoying this. Especially when she was quiet and I had to imagine what she was doing. Then I felt fabric and her skin touching my kneecap. I sensed a rocking motion. Was she grinding her pussy on my leg?I.