....a statuesque figure of 6 feet, 165 lbs. and a full, firm 38DD chest. A pure delight viewing her in sexy lingerie, or even nude, she upped the stak...s in her slave attire. In a harness or any other bdsm attire, she was transformed from my wife to my slut. The more we played, the more intoxicated she became to this fetish. Her 38DD breasts stuck out like missles in her gear. While she would not wear hoods, she was receptive to masks and blindfolds, with a growing comfort of gags. We had a. For once in my life I was happy to be sitting in the front row. It gave me the perfect view of her. I always looked forward to this class as it was my last one of the day and my mind would wander to all sorts of delicious fantasies. When the clock struck three I would rush to my dorm room to pleasure myself with my wicked thoughts until my room mate Justine got in from her swim meet. The need was growing more and more intense as the minutes ticked by. I could feel my white cotton panties. He made his way around the king size bed. He had to lift up the negligee, and look as his now cold feet stepped over and between party hats, noisemakers, poppers, streamers, dildos, brandy snifters, empty liqueur bottles, and a Vaseline jar."Brr!" he said, turning around as he got past the end of the bed, and picked up the robe lying across the lower bed top. He had made it past the party gauntlet, and was going up the couple of steps of the split-level bedroom, putting the robe on, when he. They won’t leave until all of us are back onboard.”It had been a long hot day in D.C. The weather was unusually warm for April. Our annual junior class trip to D.C. was always at this time of the year. It was something we all looked forward to, mostly because we got out of a day of school.My best friend Tina had talked me into checking out a section of the capital that was roped off. As usual, I went along with her. I always tried to keep her out of trouble. This time we both got into trouble.A.