My orgasm flows through me, as it pulses through my nervous system, the long awaited relief my body craved is found. She disappears from my thoughts, ...y mind concentrating on the pleasure flowing through my body. I hear the door opening, my husband is home, I climb out of the bed, pulling my panties up and fixing my pantyhose. I push my breast back into my bra and fix my shirt. A quick look in the mirror, to check my makeup and as I step back into my shoes, he walks in. I knew he would benefit. He felt her turn her head to rest the side of her face flat against his shoulder, perhaps trying to at least enjoy the scenery if not the company. Several miles stretched on in silence. Bugg rode stoically, eyes squinted in concentration, mouth agape as always. Dutifully swallowing whatever may crash land in his gob. Roland chuckled to himself as he remembered that was how the man had come to earn his nickname. At long last in a far tucked away patch of nowhere in particular, a slightly. Say it, and it shall happen. He could teach a course in the power of positive thinking for Doms-in-Training. That is, if the college offered such a course. Which it didn't. While striding confidently past other students at school, he'd consciously make a point to look down on these pygmies, as he called them... these mental midgets... these weaklings. That's the way he saw them. He was a giant among men. They just needed to know it, and he'd make sure they did.Even as a handsome young boy, he. Peter applied the makeup to the seams,careful to not get any of it on the black trim that lined the corset'sheart shaped neckline.After turning away from the mirror and putting down the makeup, Petertook hold of a black PVC mini-skirt and stepped into it. As Petersecured it over his waist, he sensed how restricting it was going to beon his gait. Peter smiled as he felt the skirt forcing him to takesmall mincing steps while he sauntered towards the black bolero jacketthat went with his outfit.