The first version of the video was shot. It was time to show it to Clegg.Clegg sat back in his arm chair opposite the big video projection screen. "OK..." he said, "let's see it."I sat in the chair alongside him and hit 'play' on the remote. The Clegg logo span around in the middle of the screen and then dissolved to show a helpless girl in a car boot. A girl standing with her hands chained over her head followed, then another shot of a girl bound helplessly and pushed into a crate. Then the. Passionate. Forceful. Like she wanted me. She simply couldn't share me with anyone else. I turned to face her. She had bathed, and was wearing a figure hugging dressing gown and a white towel around her head like a turban. "Come on now" she said "Before you get into any more trouble." She led me by the hand back to her bedroom, which she had somehow cleared. She sat me on the bed, before disappearing for a moment, closing the door behind her. A few moments later, she walked in, hair messed and. This pale, soft, weak imitation between my lips just wasn't good enough. I had to feel a man's tool, feel its warmth, feel its pulse, feel its powerful shaking as it surrendered its orgasm...I slid my hands forward until his manhood was underneath my palm. I sighed deeply through my nose as Chris gasped. He was big. He was big and hard and firm and hot. I squeezed gently and opened my eyes, gazing into his. "Lisa..." he choked out. "You should move your hand..." Like this?" I whispered, sliding. After three days of dressing "to the hilt" a simple housedress didn'tseem to work but I kept it on until it was time for bed; then I asked mymother if I could wear one of her waltz length gowns to bed, she gave mean old one.I went to sleep that night wondering what treasures I was going to puton the next day. Since I had only two more days, counting tomorrow, Iwanted to wear as much clothes as my secret sweetheart had.I had breakfast in my mother's night gown. She left for work and Islipped.