She attached fishnetstockings to the garters and stuffed the bra cups withballs of nylon net. Then came the satin dress. Jane told me she had made it ...rilly and sexy just likeI wanted (grinning). Then came a short, billowy redand black petticoat, followed by high heels. Fishnetgloves completed the outfit. She told me there wouldbe three other husbands dressed the same and we wouldbe serving drinks.Jane reached under my satin skirt and all the stifflayers of petticoats and stroked my cock. Every breath seemed to draw a furnace of heat into the lungs. Rachel pulled her to the tiled seating platform that ran along all four sides of the wall. The tiles were hot on Jennifer’s bottom as they sat and she was soon gasping in the heat of the steam bath. Rachel was holding her close and their bodies were slick against each other. Jennifer buried her face in Rachel’s shoulder to gain some release from the scalding intake in her nostrils. Had there been any residual chills from the cellars. “ ... and this is a good friend of mine, whose private facilities we gratefully use at times ... such as we will shortly, Lady Cynthia Barham, who writes as ‘Chrysalis’...” Roscoe’s cock perked a hidden salute to a pen name he recognised, but would have to feign ignorance of, as he’d only read with interest, those tales by her which illustrated her femdom streak.“ ... she loves to write about S&M ... from all perspectives.” His anus clenched and fluttered wonderfully as the elegant middle-aged. In truth, she'd been thinking about it ever since she'd woken up, and she could hardly wait to get started. She'd even had dreams last night where she shared Alan's cock with a variety of his other lovers, both real and imagined.The enthusiasm in her voice was obvious when she said to her daughter, "Let's face facts: big-titted women like you and me are always outsmarted by clever hunks like him. So I suppose I have no choice but to accept the fact that we're going to be slurping and choking.