.I know I would have been jealous. It was one thing to have Adrian to my self for just sex, but another to be in a relationship with him watching him ...ave sex with someone else. We again drifted apart, he ended up moving to Sydney and I was starting to see someone more seriously, but I always remember Adrian. He will always be the best sex I ever had and I've had a lot! With Adrian it was something that I can't put my finger on. It was like when we were together it seemed effortless. we knew. The dress had three straps in thefront with a zipper down the back. It was cut to show off my nipples andits rings. There was shoulder straps for helping to perfect posture. Istepped into the dress. Ilsa helped pulled the dress up over my body. Ifelt the leather slide over my skin, making me horny. I slide my arms inthe shoulder straps as Ilsa zipped the back of the dress. Ilsa walked infront of me and tighten the straps, forcing my waist to go down from asize 42 to 38. The tightening caused me. He just laughed and told me to shut the fuck up :o He kept on hitting me, roaring as I could see his bulge getting harder and harder :o My face was burning as he let my hands go and he yanked my hair up. "Hands behind your back and si hi to the camera, bitch!" I looked up and he was filming with his phone :o "Why are you filming this, sir?" He laughed and told me he was sending it to his son so he could see what happened to his sissy "friends". I was terrified as he pulled down his shorts and. On Saturday evening I tarted myself up in a tight-fitting black cocktail dress which showed plenty of cleavage; underneath I put on a matching bra-and-panty set of red lace, together with black seamed stockings and suspenders and my new high heels. I felt so slutty and was sure that an older man wouldn't be able to keep his eyes off me. Or a younger man come to that. Which turned out to be exactly right, because when I turned up at Ian's front door, early as arranged, he let out a low.