"Monica grinned and took my jaw in her hands. She kissed me. "We do."I rolled my eyes and grabbed my book. I used it to swat her butt as she tried to ...tifle a giggle, grabbing her wrist to keep her from squirming away. We ended up tangled together and I dropped the book on the floor and gathered her up in my arms. "I just don't want you acting like this was all my fault," she said as she buried her nose in my chest."It mostly is," I said.She scoffed and tried to slap my arm, but she was bound. I didn’t know where to hide myself. I was so embarrassed. She sensed my discomfort and quickly said “it’s ok Raj, this is normal behavior for guys of your age”. When she sensed I was still uncomfortable she came and sat next to me, held my hand, lifted my chin so we could see each other face to face, she looked into my eyes lovingly and said “Don’t feel bad, come on give me a smile” and smiled. I just couldn’t stop smiling and we both laughed. When I started apologizing for my behaviors she. My brassiere was the most difficult to adjust to. Thirty days without one probably hadn’t done their firmness much good, but it felt so nice to have them loose and unbound. Now the lace seemed to dig into my flesh, the straps creating red marks after only a short time. The silk of the stockings felt cool and luxurious on my legs, almost soothing on my knees. The shoes however, were the worst. After being barefoot for so long my arches screamed in agony at being forced to bend and stretch to. I really think she did most of the calling on to getr her pussy wet for her next appointment , me. I qwas totally pumped and new a new spot we were going to fuck around at that many people would be walking by the suv we were using that day. She and i loved to talk down the road as we drove and i would finger her talking about guys we just saw or guys who woould be watching us or even if one tried to join us what would she do. Always she lefted it up to me watching or fucking her witht the guy.