We were always dressed up when at home, and always dressed up under ournormal clothes when we were out. She always dressed me for work, lockingme in t...e tightest body shapers and corsets, frilliest panties, bras andgarter belts, shiniest pantyhose and stockings, largest suitable for longwear butt plugs. It was a good thing that I could wear jeans andsweatshirts to work, hiding my restrictive and uncomfortable yet sexy andconstantly arousing underthings. Every move, every breath reminded me. Blaine, we have diplomatic passports and therefore will face no criminal charges.”Jens comes to the door wrapped in the sheets from the ‘well used’ bed and asks, “Ben, who are you talking to?”I look at her and marvel that she looks so beautiful in the morning and reply, “Ira spent all night in a chair outside the door to protect us.”Jens asks, “Ira, aren’t you tired?”Ira replies, “No Ms. Blaine, I require very little sleep.”I inform Jens, “After breakfast Ira would like to go to the clinic and. Seeing Shane's trim, well muscled body Vicky intoned, "You must work out a lot, Shane?" Three hours, three times a week."With a laugh to go along with her teasing him Vicky said, "Really different seeing you as something other then a rotund, serious faced, spook."Both knew that Shane Kiefer had never been rotund. Vicky was surprised at how tender, and considerate a lover Shane was. By the time he entered her, she was not playing a roll. She was the roll of a sex starved woman. Like a violin,. He unfastened my belt and unzipped my jeans. I did not move or say anything. My jeans were pulled down with the undies being dragged down in the same motion. I felt age 50-something fingers feeling up my 27 year old slit and ass. My back was to him so he could not read my expression. I believe I had a subtle smile and was thinking that perhaps he did know something of my reputation. I stayed slightly bent forward at the sun deck wall and I and he did not exchange any words. He was not a.