His voice was deep and almost soothing.Feeling very self-conscious, I did as he said. My hands, cuffed behind my back, made it somewhat difficult to s...and up, but I made it out to the middle of the room."God, you almost pass for a girl," he said, his hands groping my thighs.What the hell was happening? And why was I liking it and getting more aroused? I didn't normally get off thinking about guys, but I guess I had never been locked up in chastity, dressed up, and then fondled by what girls. When we finally broke our hold of constant pleasure I finally took a moment to stare at his well built chest, his defined abs and his oblique that went deep through his short until they reached their destined point at the base of his dick. Of course I couldn’t see his dick yet but I would soon. I pushed him down on the bed, removed my shirt and went to lie next to him. Again I began touching his upper body and his legs buckled al though he was lying down. Secretly I loved having him this. That way it would be safe, yet Paul wouldn't accidentally find it before I could put it back on. I felt a little bad about taking the ring off. It felt cheap and sleazy to be meeting a strange man without my ring on. But a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do. Hubby should have taken better care of his nympho wife! Finally the time had come to go meet Him. I took one last critical look at myself before grabbing my pocketbook and heading to the coffee house. I got there a few minutes before. Not bad she thought. If she couldn’t pull looking like this she might as well join a nunnery! She spritzed herself with perfume and pulled on a little jacket. One last look in the mirror and she set off, full of excitement for the night ahead.She arrived at the bar, took a deep breath and walked through the door. She quickly found her group of friends and strode over to them, smiling. Everyone was chatting excitedly and most people already had drinks. After hugs and kisses of greeting she went.