We were going to meet at 8 so I had a little time to myself. I decided to have a bath. With glass of wine in hand, got in the lovely and warm bath, ...ashed, shaved my legs and other bits.All done, I got out and dried myself. A little lotion here and there and then put on that nice black shiny, satiny and lacy bra and boyshorts I got last week. Nice lace camisole over the top, looks good - a present to myself from Simone Perele some time ago. Next get some nice shiny stockings, roll them on. Logic drains from my consciousness and I’m starting to pant. I fumble with your jeans buttons (you used to have zip-fly ones) fingers anxious to clasp what’s beneath. I’m pushing my breasts into your searching hands and appreciatively against the wall of your chest. I can’t hear what you’re attempting to whisper for the roar of blood and desire in my ears. Your mouth is so very close to my face, that’s all that matters. One eager hand hurriedly undoes the top button and pushes it’s way down the. It wasn't long before he came, his semenleaving a wet spot at the front of his jeans. Before getting off the bus a few stops later, he flashed me a big smile. I was so horny that when I got home I threw off my clothes andmasturbated to orgasm twice.After that I got more daring, finally reaching the point where I encouraged men to feel me up.I tried to position myself next to an attractive man and "accidentally" lean into him on occasion.Sooner or later he'd get the message, and he'd discretly. She shook her head, scared, so he slapped her, and then he slapped her again, and again.Finally she said, her voice catching, "Squeeze my tits." On the work "tits", she jerked, and Sam realised she had received an electric shock. From her collar? It had seemed to directly hurt her breasts and groin."Say 'tits' again," he told her.She looked at him pleadingly. He slapped her, and so she said it. "Tits." Again she convulsed with pain."What's zapping you, Laura?" he asked her."My collar. .