She went and later when she returned with that "I've just been fucked look." I got incredibly turned on, she loved to tell me all about it in bed and ...he sex was mind blowing for us both.We both know our life style is not for everyone, but don't blame us, we're happy and as I said earlier, we love each other.After our little session on the couch, I ran a bath for her and then fixed us both a drink while she washed, "Stockings I think," she said as if she ever wore anything else, I had the. While I had seen her in them several times, this was the first where I sensed distaste. Add that to a request for a dressy restaurant and you get a sense of lingering dirt. Who or what had made Sheila feel sleazy? It was at that point that I noticed that Sheila was wearing her corset. The strings were loose, but I could fix that for now.I told Sheila to grab a door frame. I carefully drew her already tiny waist even smaller. Then I put my hands to her waist and lifted her. I finally had her. It wasn't a bad arrangement as far as they were all concerned - Tammy and Michelle got take away and entertainment, and Michelle's dad got the afternoon to himself.Michelle and her best friend inhaled the chinese, and downed most of the Fanta at the same time. Tammy, of course, couldn't resist a few loud burps, which Michelle tried to copy. The end result was the two of them rolling around on beanbags laughing hysterically, swigging soft drink and trying to say the alphabet in burps.They spent. The palms of her hands were covered in sweat.The phone rang.Two ... three times.She cringed at the fourth ring, anticipating it rolling into Gabe's voicemail.Her stomach churned when someone picked up. "Hello?"For a moment, she couldn't speak."Hello?" the familiar voice said again."Hi ... Mr. MacKenzie?" she knew she had to say something lest he think she was a telemarketer and hang up. "It's me ... um, Bailey Crawford." Bai—Oh, hi!" She could "hear" the smile in his voice and she let out a.