He told me to stand up and then we switchedplaces, he on the bed and me in front of him. I was incredibly nervousand turned on at the same time. I was...standing in front of him and mycock was rock hard. He placed a garterbelt around my waist and fastenedthem to the stockings. I loved turning around and feeling him do thisto me. Then he held out a beautiful pair of matching panties for metoo. He helped me into them and even was "kind" enough to tuck me inproperly. He held out a bra for me and I. For I only fear what lies beneath the mask. She searched for the trepidation in my eyes and maybe somewhere deep within her prejudiced thoughts it was real, at least she believed it to be real. Fool hearty for this only tears her mask apart at the seems. I remember pain… My thoughts are not making sense anymore… Everything is jumbled together… “I love you.” She uttered as she took my hand. I asked for clarification but she could not give it to me. She laughed and explained that I didn’t hear. "Huh?" Taking a quick look at the clock on my bedside table, I saw that it was barely half past two in the morning."Emily? What's wrong?" I was immediately concerned and was at full alert in seconds. "Are you okay? What happened?" I looked at her for any signs of injury, but she looked fine."I'm so sorry, but you were right. You couch really isn't very comfortable." Oh. Well, I suppose I'm supposed to say 'I told you so' but I won't. Do you want to switch?" God no! If it's uncomfortable for me. Each day, like a politician at election time, she would perambulate through her constituents full of joyous goodwill and well-intentioned concern, bathing them in her thousand-kilowatt smile, listening, empathising, caring whilst I tiptoed surreptitiously at the horizon. It could not last. She wouldn't allow it.Increasingly she placed her feet on the same paths as mine, hunted me, cornered me, forced us to come face to face so that she may impart her indefatigable cheeriness upon me. A turned.