Our conversation was like:-Mary: So what you looking for here online?Me: Just looking for someone to text and have fun.Mary: Oh, I see. Are you single...Me: Yes, what about you?Mary: I am married for the last 10 years and happy with my hubby and before that, I was in a relationship with him for 4 years.Me: Oh that’s nice.Mary: But to be honest. I need someone else to share my feelings with.Me: That is what I was wondering.Mary: wondering what?Me: How can you be satisfied with a single man for. She seemed to be happy enough, don't think I'm the sort of guy who'dwatch her being intimidated and not step in. But yeah, they were buyingher drinks and whatnot and laughing at what were probably rubbish jokes. What stuck in my head though, what really got me thinking, was that shewasn't beautiful. I don't mean she was ugly, far from it. She was finelooking, pretty even. But not a knockout. God this is coming out allwrong - and if you ever read this unknown Robot Loading Operator. When the head of the cone touched her labia, she flinched from fear. Then she understood, and slowly started to take the cone in. Her labia spread, first easily but pretty soon, she started to strain- Sir, this is hard, but I will do it. The initial pleasure gave way to effort and discomfort. Ever so slowly, inch by inch, the cone went inside her. Her lips parted and her breathing became labored. She whimpered and cringed, but had committed herself to the challenge. Finally, she sat down,. Amelia first presented me with a pair of pink lace panties. "Put these on, Sissy, and then I'll show you how to put stockings on."Then, she showed me how to slide the lace-patterned stockings up my leg. It was kind of a thrilling experience, feeling the air on my skin after being bound in the salon cape and saran wrap for over an hour.After the panties and lace tights, she helped me into a bra/corset combination. Marie came over and laced it extremely tight, taking the same pleasure as she did.