.. except staring my wife. Over the last couple of weeks I've wracked my brain trying to understand it. Why on earth would she do this to me... to her...elf... to our family... didn't she think about what would happen if I caught her?" Michael I think you need to read the e-mails." Why?" You're the detail person Michael... I think you'll see what I saw." Okay"I handed him the stack of paper. He put another shot of vodka in his glass and began to read. He took his time occasionally sipping from. I became really worried. “Please,” I gasped, “please stop!” “Only a little more. You want to be a good girl for Auntie, don’t you?” Shit. I did. “Yes, Auntie.” Another creak, and my feet lost contact with the floor for a short moment. I quickly pressed down with the balls of my feet, but half of my weight rested on my arms now, and if I wanted to carry more of it on my feet, I would have to get up on tiptoes. “Ow!” I complained again. “It’s part of the punishment,” Helen told me from right. Oncesatisfied that the laces were fully closed, Gracie tied the laces in aneat bow and pulled white stockings up Tiffany's legs. Each stocking wassecured to a half dozen suspenders at the bottom of the corset. NextGracie sat on a low stool that had an angled ramp on the front. She pulledan ankle length pink leather boot onto Tiffany's foot who wordlesslyplaced the foot on the ramp for lacing. The Commander had chosen thisstyle and had them custom made to fit perfectly. As the front laces. My comforting fingers soon found my tender clit. It was so sensitive that it took only a light touch to send jolts of pleasure I never thought were possible. My body started to convulse as a powerful orgasm engulfed me. I was screaming uncontrollably with delight, My legs couldn't carry me anymore so I clutched the end of the table, I craved Marcus's cock so much that I pushed my ass back to meet his pounding, extending my climax as much as I could. "Look at this whore Jay, she's fucking me”.