Encased in sheer nylon over her soft cream panties. "Ready, my love?" She asked, her palm resting on her lover's bottom."Yes, Stephanie." Said Ellen q...ietly and I saw Steph's hand rise and then smack down on her lovely ass. I saw her buttocks and her thighs ripple with the impact, felt it through her body on my lap and felt her hand grip mine tighter for a fraction of a second."Ooooooh." She said, clearly enjoying this enormously. It was tremendously erotic to me too, and I wondered where this. The tip of the finger tracing the sensitive pad as she felt it curl inside.She could hear it squelch as the finger was pushed in and out of her. Fiona’s thumb was rubbing over her clit, strumming it like a guitar, each stroke sending a fresh impulse shooting into her core. She sucked in her breath as she felt Fiona’s lips on her neck.“Oh fucking hell, Fiona,” Charlotte gasped.Fiona’s response was to suck harder on her neck, strum faster on her clit and push her finger deeper, harder, faster. What did she think about it? I decided to tell my wife about her and then I drove past her entrance and back around the parking lot to point the woman out to her. She said that she didn’t know her so I told her to find out who she was. I dropped her off at her door just ahead of the woman and then went back to work myself.That evening at home she told me that the woman’s name was Jill, that she was a secretary too in another department, and that she had a reputation for being loose. I told my. “Oh no you don’t!” I say. “You’ll save it for the camera.”“You try and stop me!” Catherine says.There’s no way I can if she really means it, but I rattle the handcuffs and say, “Lean forward and put your hands behind your back!”There’s a slight pause, as if my wife is thinking about it. Then she gives a wicked little grin. “Yes, officer,” she says.As I close the metal round her wrists, I wonder how it is that our conjugal games have never included this before. It’s just not something either of.