I said I would call my friend and see if he could pick me up. My husband said he didn't think it was a good idea to have me maybe seen being picked up...or dropped off later. He volunteered to drive me to the motel. I wasn't sure that was a good idea but I was running late and agreed.He was real quiet on the drive and when we got there, I could see that he was aroused. I saw my friend's car and looked for our signal. He would have the d****ries closed but a magazine or newspaper propped up. It took Patrick a few minutes to build the confidence to go in. He sat in the parking lot. ‘This is going to change our friendship, regardless,’ he mumbled to himself. He couldn’t control the hard on he had in his pants. Finally, after taking a deep breath, he opened the driver side door and stepped out. The weather was cool outside. Slowly, he made his way across the parking lot. As he got to the front door, Patrick took another deep breath and made his way inside the building. Patrick talked. I had a leather dress too that got so tight when I was sweaty, I cut it to pieces after I masturbated myself senseless one evening after work. Most recently, I bought a long leather skirt which goes to my legs & from there, a seemingly endless boot collection which continues to grow.As soon as I tried on my first pair of knee high leather boots & masturbated standing up, let me tell you that nothing could convince me this wasn't fucking incredible. The sheer high of losing myself in this. I imagine that’s why she didn’t have a shot with Heaven,” I encouraged Kim, who licked her lips at that prospect.“Well, I would probably just use her loneliness to get my way in the door. Lure her into something. How much torment will she suffer? Honestly, between us, that is. How much will I suffer?” Kim confronted me, obviously caring about what happened to her old friend Ivanka.“The more you intercede with me on her behalf, the less she suffers, I can tell you that much. The more she works.