Your need pushes me, and I break our kiss for a moment to pull your shirt off over your head; you are wearing a red lace demi bra that pushes your bea...tiful B cup breasts towards me like they are reaching out. I lower my mouth to your breast, my hand on the other, and suckle lightly though the edge of the lace. I feel you tip your head back, as you enjoy the feeling of a mouth that is not your husband's for the first time since you married him. Your hands are on the back of my head; holding me. .. I'm still in... what about these clothes?" No need to worry your pretty little head, my car is in the drive and it's getting dark." she reached for my reluctant hand and whisked me towards the hallway as fast as my heels would carry me. Before I had fully grasped what was happening I was bundled into the back of her Mercedes and we were speeding down the street.---An hour later, we were in the impressive drawing room of her huge house, Mrs Taylor was seated comfortably in a high backed. I figured that Rachel was around twenty six and a size eight, she was maybe five foot five with shoulder length brown hair and brown eyes and I had to say a very fine piece of pussy.Over the next three or four weeks I gradually made friends with a lot of the staff and found it real easy to get on with them and make conversation, it’s during these friendly chats that I’d found out Rachel was single after being in a violent relationship and was well known for being a right cock tease, especially. Being bisexual, but semi-closeted, I kept them in my car and wore them only when running errands a few towns away from my residence. It certainly made mundane trips more interesting.Wearing 10 bracelets, 2 of each color (black--missionary, blue--blowjob, green--cunnilingus, purple--anal, and clear--anything), I went about my business noting everyone that noticed them. I figured even if nobody played "Snap", someone would know about the myth and may inquire as to my wearing them. I had scripted.