She looked out the window and realized her skirt and t-shirt were going to get soaked. It would be a cold, wet walk back to her dorm, but she knew she...had to change her clothes.The cell phone rang. Amaya moaned as she answered it but she also felt her heart race. What game did he have today?“Nice little rain shower, isn’t it?” Wesley asked.“Yes, I was heading for my dorm,” Amaya said.“Oh, I don’t think so,” Wesley said. “Do you have my gift from yesterday?”Amaya blushed. “Yes, but I’m still at. However, Jimmy didn't mind that he wasn't hearing the truth. It was enough to hear her say that she had indeed had that preacher's cock inside her and it hadn't slipped his attention that when they had been at church to have witnessed the sizable bulge that the black man hid beneath his cassock, the thought of that 'bulge' inside his wife spurred him on as he pushed and probed his tongue inside her warm wet folds."Oh, Jimmy, that feels so nice … so good .. don't stop doing that …."He had no. But, as we passed Chandler's lake, I mentioned that it was where you used to take me to park late at night." When was that, a hundred years ago?" she asked, a Cheshire cat grin on her pretty face."It was so funny. George slammed on the brakes, and just barely made the turn down the lane." The plot thickens." I was pretty curious to hear the story now. "George didn't mention that in his telling of the evening." Don't worry, you know we are trustworthy." She paused, looking at me with quiet calm.. Then I slide on the corset. It is a beautiful present from him, it is mainly black leather, but over my breasts are cups that are only covered in sheer red silk so that my nipples are always on display. As always he laces me into the corset tightly so that my curvy body appears even more dramatic in the mirror. He attaches the stockings directly to the corset and I realize that I am not to wear panties tonight. As he walks away I slide into my beautiful four inch black heels. The bottom is red.