In your head you are already there. I feel that you will be begging me for many things, including some degree of mercy. I can see it already. Actually... I can hear it all happening. I can hear you begging me, begging me in your softest and sexist voice to release youWhy would I place your journey to extraordinary at risk? I suspect you are questioning why I am sharing these things with you now. Simple because I can. You see, this is not about ordinary sex. This is about loving you, a love that. That wasn't the end of being naked. It merely conditioned boys who habitually wore clothing to accept being naked while sleeping, during most physical training, during gang showers, during "field days" (clean-up details) when appropriate, and during educational activities requiring nudity.For me, wearing clothes was a new experience. I had forgotten how to wear clothes. I dimly remembered wearing pajamas on the trip from a hospital in Arizona. At Mackie I now dressed head to toe routinely. The. She loved the sly looks men gave her as she passed by or the envious looks from women. She especially liked the looks her husband gave her but of course right now he was away from home so he was not there to appreciate her. Her orgasm in the shower had been good but not great. No for that she needed the real thing. Her husband gave her great orgasms and she loved their sex life but sometimes she needed more due to a high sex drive. Of course, she knew there was someone else who appreciated her. “You are making me jealous.” “Why not?” you ask, feeling the liquor now. “Max is looking you over pretty well.” Max shoots you a guilty smile. “Well she does look good. I must say, I didn’t realize that Erin had such a shapely figure.” “Easy, there trigger,” chuckles Erin merrily. He cheeks are flushed with excitement. “Erin, would you mind doing a little spin?” asks Max hesitantly. Your wife complies and you notice Max checking out her shapely legs. Her panties are fairly skimpy and her ass.