Ellen just assumed I was on deadline. On one of these evenings my vigilance was rewarded. Dusk was falling but my lights were off when the room next d...or lit up. It was Cathy, home from work and dressed in business casual. She shucked off her jacket, then stepped out of view. I didn’t realize I was holding my breath until she reappeared, working the buttons on her blouse and the zipper of her skirt.My hand went to my own zipper, anticipating what I’d pictured so often these past few days. Off. He knew nothing about us other than work. Barbara sensed Mark wavering and started making alternate plans. Sunday, we all forgotten the giddy state that this scenario started on. Mark almost avoided our desk. Barbara whispered on the phone with her possible alternate date. I secretly went through different reactions, from excitement, weariness, anxiousness, to being downright scared. sleep wasn’t going to come easy that morning. The knock on the door indicated one thing only. The party was. ”“Bondage!” She said alarmed “What tying me up.”“Don’t worry, I am here.”The photographer arrived. It was a woman, Nina. With her was a young guy, Mike, about s*******n, who was carrying her bags. He dumped them on the floor, and left, retuning about five minutes later, red faced, and panting, with some more. The corsets were gorgeous, lacy, silky. Some were leather, others PVC. The shoot was for a BDSM catalogue. It was an adult catalogue, so there would still be some open leg shots, but just. "With trembling fingers I fumbled a bit before finally slipping the lacesinto the proper lace holes and working them down from under her beautifulbreasts, past her narrow waist and finally to the ripe curve of her bum.At first Aunty Beverly's beautiful breasts were wobbling provocativelyright in my eyes then I worked the laces further down the corset. It wasthe first time I had ever touched a naked woman and my fingers couldn'thelp lingering on the soft peachy flesh. Her skin was just so-oo.