" You sure you want to do this," she said, her hands shaking slightly as she shed her few clothes. "I'm not as young as I was and my figure isn't very...good now."True she had put on a few pounds since having the children but she was still very nice."I can call Carol in if you prefer?" she offered."Look Clare," I said pulling her gently onto the bed, "It's time you had some fun, all you seemed to do these days is work." Yes it's been awhile since you've honoured me," she admitted."Right then. He got up a little tipsy and helped me to my feet. I don't know why,but I looked around to see if I could find that hussy, but she haddisappeared.We were so drunk that we were barely able to get our coats from thecoat check girl. He gave her a generous tip before we left the club andwalked to his car. The crisp cold air helped clear my head from some ofthe alcohol that partially clouded my brain. We definitely didn't walkin a direct line."You are too drunk to drive," I said to Gunny. "Give me. Nothing was covered, the corset served only to push her breasts out for her man to enjoy, and the flamboyantly open panties colorfully framed her beautiful, shaved pussy. She danced. I had no idea she could dance like that. She danced like a professional, but with her heart in it. She danced her hips right up to Bill, and took one spiked stiletto heel and slid it under the waistband of his pants. He lifted his hips, and she slid those sweatpants right down. His cock popped out, already hard. The Mistress pouredherself a glass and lifted the scarf over her mouth just high enough totake a drink, but not high enough for me to see her face. "...Mmm!" shesaid. "That's good! Ah, I needed that." She leaned back. "Hey,you've been stashing new clothes under the guard desk." I said nothing."Just so you know, I want you to wear those from now on, not that raggedpiece of shit you're wearing now. That fuku?" She leaned forward."Burn it. Tomorrow morning, burn... it! There are matches.