I slowly, silently unzipped my pants and slipped my right hand inside. My own black cotton panties were a bit wet. My fingers worked their way under t...e side elastic and found my throbbing clit. I leaned over the book, deep in concentration... concentrating solely on my clit, that is. By leaning over, my pussy was now against the rough upholstered seat. My legs spread, I could rock my hips slowly, rubbing my pussy while massaging my clit.My head was down towards the book, but my eyes were still. She didn’t need worry, I wasn’t about to say or show anything to them about Dee. I had other plans. Finally, she could take the strain any longer. “Mitchell, I need to talk to you.”Wow, she used my full name but I was Forging an Empire and didn’t pause “What?”“Stop the game” she commanded.I did her bidding “Okay, what’s up?”“What are you going to do with those pictures?”“Donno, maybe keep them for a wedding gift to your new husband.”“Goddamnit asshole, this is serious. If those ever get out. .. I was just, er, you know,getting ready for a, er, fancy dress party ..."Inwardly cursing myself for not having prepared some kind of story -anything would have been better than the lame excuse I'd just given forbeing dressed as a schoolgirl, especially on a Monday evening - I sawthe sceptical look that crossed his face. It was quickly replaced thoughby another expression that I couldn't quite read. It was not as if Iknew him that well. He was a retiree in his sixties, a big bear of a manwho. "Previously I would have thought of this as asexist comment about my role in our relationship but as you are doing thewashing I can see that you are not talking about me but about yourself.To help you feel more of a woman let me make some adjustments."I dare not correct her.She said, "Close your eyes and hold your arms out in front of you."I felt her wrapping a blindfold round my eyes. Then she slippedsomething over my arms. I realised it was another bra as she fastened itbehind my back.Next.