She wore a red satin eveninggown; now slit open from her breasts to the hem at the bottom of thedress. The gown had been pulled open exposing the blac... nylon full slipthat she wore underneath; this garment too had been slit from top to hemexposing her red satin half-cup brassiere and matching directoireknickers. Just above the waistband of her knickers the lace top of a blacksuspender belt was visible; the garter straps peeking out from the legs ofher knickers were attached to high sheen taupe. "Oh, thanks," she replied. "I got them for a steal." I exited the stall and approached the mirror and sink. With raised eyebrows and a slight smile on her face, Carey asked, "So what do you two think so far?" "I'm enjoying myself," I said tentatively. "All I can say," replied Olivia, "is that your husbands are cute! If you don't mind me saying." We giggled and laughed in response. "Don't mind at all," I said. "Yours is a cutie too," said Carey with a wink to Olivia. "And such a great bum too,". From this point it gets much easier, and much more gratifying. Here I am fucking this smooth yet firm, golden boy raw dog in the ass. It's too late to worry if he has anything, but I am pretty damn sure I don't.I start getting that bastard in as far as I can fuck. Sometimes with a slow sensual drag, and other times pounding it like I'm trying to hurt him. He starts moaning, and it only adds the fuel.I flip him around again, this time though I grab hold of his dick. Not sure how I didn't. .. but the most important lesson, one you will not leave here until you learn... is to learn to let go. That is something that must be taught, we don’t seem to be able to do that on our own."I reach out and stroke your hair, wipe your tears."You are lovely, Your Master must be proud, " I smile. You do not speak, and remain looking angry. I move slowly toward the gate. I stand with my back to you, running my hands over the iron bars. I almost hear myself crying in the dark years ago, holding.