Her eyes drinking in every inch of his body as she lifts away the bedding. As she leans over his torso, her sex swells, heat coursing through her fold.... Her tongue slides over a hard stomach, slipping lower to his thigh. Moving to roll the soft head of his resting cock, lightly licking the the soft, velvety underside as her fingers snake about him, tenderly stroking the soft flesh. Her mouth opens over the soft head and she suckles him, fingers manipulate and tease at his lovely meat. He stirs.. Also quite futile. An iron spreaderbar seperated my stance. A cuff on each ankle held it securely in placepreventing me from closing myself. I tried to kick my legs up atleast...again no movement was afforded such a great muscular effort dueto the certain fact that my hi-heels locked about my ankles with a strapand a tiny padlock had a short length of rope from the straps to smallo-rings welded to the floor. No..i wasnt going anywhere...heldhelpless...restrained creatively....tethered to his. Itlooked like it would be ankle length, or maybe a little bit longer,requiring heels to fit properly. I walked over to it. I reached in thecloset, pulling the dress out and holding it up to me. The back of thedress looked like it had a built in corset. I felt around where thewaist would be, and sure enough there was some boning for a corsetthere. I glanced back at Katie with a quizzical look, and then continuedto examine the dress. Over the lacing of the built in corset, was azipper with a. " Boxers, of course, minimally cut silk. It's almost as good as commando,but warmer. How about you?"She laughed, "Boy shorts, naturally, but very lacy. I find thongsuncomfortable, but you can find out for yourself. I'm not wearing anyhose but I brought along a selection for you. And garter belts. Ithought you'd like that. I'll take you to the boutique and buy youanything I may have missed. That would be fun." Your legs look so smooth and tan, I might not bother with hose, orpanties. How.