The jacket that always felt so comfortablenow seemed too tight and too warm, and she even wondered if it reallysuited her as well as she always suppos...d.She was biting down on her bottom lip, her eyes darting nervously aboutthe room. Loose strands of hair, which she habitually tucked behind herears with her fingers, now hung untidily at the side of her face. Sheflicked her head back in a wild gesture that only messed her hair upeven more. Inside she was a mess too. Markham’s speech had. I wasthinking about this all day, but couldn't speak with Mum, as she washigh.The next morning, Mum came into my bedroom. It was the day before thewedding. She sat beside the bed with the tights in her hands. I gulpedas I seen them. I knew Mum was going to try to persuade me to wear them.I frowned showing her that it was a lost cause. I was determined not tolook like a sissy. Mum explained that at weddings, pageboys wear theseas it is a tradition. She said I was lucky, because in the olden. I had James in a predicament; well in bondage actually.I’d emerged after dinner, dressed in an outfit of matching bra-top, hot-pants and arm-lenth gloves and told James I had a bondage session in store for him; he glowed with enthusiasm.Our previous ventures had been playful stuff; blindfolds, restraints, butt-plug teasing which James cock was throbbing for now.But I had something more demanding in store for him on this occasion.Now he was spread-eagled naked on his bed. Each arm and leg. We both laughed, and I was becoming more comfortable. We talked and laughed. I was starting to like Rickey, and after awhile, I told Rickey a summarized story of one of my early adventures. After the story, Rickey looked like he was getting excited, and he finally popped the question."Look, I have a room at the Tim’s across the street. Wanna go have some fun?" he asked, in a surprisingly calm voice."I thought you'd never ask! Let's go" I said as I winked.We left the bar, crossed the street, and.