Amanda's unusual fetish for aprons was nearly as strong as my fetish for gags, so it meant that both were prominently and often featured in our play, ...nd even our daily lives. I never quite understood her excitement about aprons, but I was happy to wear them and put them on her during our play. I guess nobody gets her biggest thrills from large ballgags in her mouth and even as a tool for masturbation can't blame anyone's taste for a fetish, even if gags are more usual. Actually I kind of envy. I was speechless!“Oh, don’t worry about it. You know I’m k**ding.” She laughed. “And I thought I was a perv…” I rolled my eyes, also laughing. This seemed to catch her off guard.“Huh? YOU, a perv?” she asked with wide eyes. I suppose it was understandable; I was usually shy and quiet around others.“Well, I was just joking.” I lied.“But seriously. It’s pretty big.” She lightly placed her hand on top of it, padding my cock underneath the fabric. I let out a low moan, not daring to say another. " Think about it, Chrissie." She stood. "That's probably enough for today. You need to keep thinking things through. Let's have a cup of tea now and you can tell me about your plans for the rest of the weekend."Over tea, they just chatted about simple things (though Chrissie suspected Trudy learned even more about her in the process). At the end, Chrissie told her, "I'm going to Felixstowe. I'm hoping Jessica won't mind my leaving some of my dressy clothes hung at hers, and I want to talk to. Annie, her brain said, echoing in the empty space left now that her podcast had auto-paused (the play feature overridden by the emergency response of her biking suit) Annie, get him some pants. Annie. Get. The. Man. Pants.“Right,” Annie turned back to her bike, which had fetched up against a lump of rusted metal that was mostly covered in moss. A large lizard sat atop it, enjoying the sun’s heat, watching her. For a brief moment, Annie felt distinctly judged. Then she started to rummage around.