You still aren’t sure of what’s coming next. I finally walk into the room, closing the door and locking it behind me. I walk over and take off my ...lothes, tossing them where I please. It is not my concern at the present time. I lean over you, placing a soft kiss on your lips as my hands slowly trace from your neck down to your breasts. Your nipples are already hard and I quickly brush over them sending a tiny bolt of electricity through your body. I kiss your neck as I slowly unbutton your top.. I was the one who picked up the family and kept us going after embarrassing the cheating bitch. Why should I have to be putting in any effort? And, while even I realized that was a pretty nasty way to live, it was still somewhat true.But it comes at the cost of me deliberately not putting in any effort; not having any skin in the game. This was nice, but the fact was I didn't have to care one way or another, or make effort #1. I was still protecting myself and not actively opening myself up to. ”“I think I’ll be a bunny for that.”“That is if I don’t have you go as Fifi the Frenchmaid. Parlez Vous?”“Just shut up and undo this corset.”Jack had lowered his petticoats and was standing therein satin pantaloons and an old-fashioned corset thattied in back. The boys had been sticklers forauthenticity this evening. Jack breathed a sigh ofrelief as he was released from its vise-like grip. Hepulled the down the top which had f****d his. She began dancing faster and more acrobatically. Once, while she was slowly pulling down the skirt around the curves of her ass, she'd almost stood on her head looking back through her legs at the man.He'd been treated to the sight of her tits silhouetted by the light, a completely erotic view of an incredibly sexy young brunette. She held the pose for only an instant, then spun away.In a circle, she danced. At first she rejoiced in the freedom from her clothing. She wore only the stockings,.