Well, part of a wedding dress anyway, that I'd stripped down and hand sewn myself. It had been hanging in the Salvation Army thrift shop, the one down...by Silver Lake, and I'd pulled the train and hemmed the skirt up to mid-thigh, and dyed it black as midnight too. It fit tight around my tummy and had an underwired bustier to push my breasts up, making them appear plump and full and in your face. I'd ripped the sleeves away and wore it with black velvet gloves, the sort that reach past the. I reluctantly did as he ordered and as I got up, I saw them making out and her stroking his hard cock. I was extremely jealous and wanted to say something, but thought better of it. I just kept watching as the kept kissing and whispering to each other while she carried on stroking his cock and he was rubbing her pussy inside her skirt. Then he told me to take off her panties, which I did while he kept playing with her pussy. Next he told me to put them in my mouth, which I again did without. We passionately kiss as I wash her pussy and ass. Miss James shudders as I clean every crevice between her legs. Once I’ve washed Miss James I direct the shower jets onto her engorged clit and as I find my mark her knees buckle. Miss James is really enjoying this treatment. I support her as her first minor orgasm ripples through her. She pulls my head tight to her lips as she forcefully kisses me for the first time. As her tongue eases between my lips, I suck it like a dick. While this is going. A load of over privileged students where getting wasted at a full moon beach party in Thailand. Kat suddenly perked, “Come on, Don. Let’s do something freaky or wild like that.”Katrina was not freaky.I loved her because she was the perfect wife. She was sensible and stable, intelligent and caring. A career woman. But one thing she wasn't was freaky. She didn’t need to be. I loved her because she was the opposite. “You’re about as freaky as a pair of slippers and a cup of hot cocoa.”“I know. But.