Mistress had me stand up, the new feeling of the weight in my chest felt different, but felt nice just the same, as I looked down I could see that I h...d very real tits, and the thought really turned me on.I was told to raise my arms up face the door and then hold the top of the door. Mistress put the corset around me and began to fasten the straps. It took quite some time of her going top to bottom tightening the laces before it was tight, and I could hardly breath. When she was done she zipped. Apart from the occasional kiss and grope behind the bike sheds we never took things any further than just friends. I couldn't be any different from her husband really. He's blonde, blue eyes, tanned, buff sort of surfer guy. I am the tall, dark and handsome type but I know she has always had a thing for me. She's unbelievably shy, which makes her all the more appealing. If she knew I had wanked whilst watching her rub sun lotion into those beautiful tits she would probably leave the country.I. We had good seats not too far from the front where we had an excellent view of the stage, and I thoroughly enjoyed the show. Half way through it there was an intermission where we could go to the washroom, then to the bar for a drink until they announced the start of the second half. Noticing how other people were dressed so nice I recall thinking, ‘This is for me for sure.’ After we left the theatre and Catherine took my arm as we walked to her car, where as usual she unlocked the door and. Green. Red.“It’s wet.” He remarked, blankly, his mind refusing to encompass the possibilities.“Yeah. It’s lubed up for you. Clean and prepared and lubed up all for you. I’m ready. Tonight’s the night. You’re gonna get right up my chimney. Finally gonna sweep my chimney like you’ve always wanted to, dirty boy.”She reached back to give him a playful slap, snapping him out of his incredulity and throwing him a look over her shoulder that could’ve melted the ice caps. Pants beneath her buttocks,.