The patio was full of people smoking, so we walked out onto the lawn.The lights on the outside of the house lit the lawns up like a football field, so...we wandered around safely without fear of tripping over the many sculptures that dotted the lawns.I heard running water and as we turned a corner I saw a fountain and beyond it what looked like an outdoor pool."Let's go for a swim Gary, come on." We've got no swimming costumes" We don't need them, we're going skinny dipping" But there's people. The couple who ran the local sex shop were very helpful and showed me their stock. After some discussion, and knowing my Mistress slightly, they recommended the CB6000 as probably the most secure for her. The others they had were metal band types which the lady of the shop said were fine but would allow too much of the skin of my penis to show. She said that my Mistress would prefer me to be completely encased in the transparent plastic of the CB6000, and so it proved. Good buy, good boy!I put. Thereafter, I had returned to the networking of fellow colleagues attending the school function. Jake was in the room sharing glances with myself as he was obtaining his second beverage at the wine bar. As he glanced at me, I felt my clitoris pulsate and grow out of excitement. My g-string undergarments where rubbing up and down my labia as I was walking towards the table. I was certain that my pussy scent would end up soiling through my skirt. “Must…learn…self…control,” reciting in my head. She stopped. I reached over and took her nipple between my thumb and finger. It felt alive. As I squeezed it, it got larger. I wanted more. ‘Your hips are burning. Your pants feel red hot.’ She was squirming even more. She reached down and undid the buckle on the jeans. They were VERY tight. She undid each metal stud and wiggled out of the pants. She wasn’t wearing panties. She was a natural blonde. She was now naked. She sighed and stretched out. Now what do I do? Now was the time to be bold..