I awoke some time later, with the flash of a Camera. I started to Panicbut Terry told me not to worry as the Pictures of his young girlfriendwere for ...e.I have a present for you he said and gave me a carrier bag (How romantic)Inside was a Basque, Matching thong, Stockings and a pair of high heels."There my wife's but its not like she wears them, why don't you put themon?" I said ok and went to go up stairs and he followed me, I was goingto shut the spare room door, but Terry said after what we. “It doesn’t hurt,” I replied.Nebo leaned over me, lay atop me and rocked his hips to push the rest of his way into me. That’s when it hurt. I winced and he started to draw back. “No,” I said. “It’s okay -- it’s not bad, just a brief pang when it broke ... and this is something I want.”He eased his weight onto me and I held him around his shoulders. He began rocking his hips, taking long strokes, in and out. I ran my hands along his firm, smooth buttocks. “Feels really good, Nebo,” I said. I ordered another vodka martini while Emily opted for an espresso martini before we made our way to a booth.Sipping our cocktails as we chatted I stared into Emily’s eyes. I still couldn’t believe I was actually here and more importantly, she seemed to be enjoying herself. A small dance floor at the back was sparsely populated with the early evening drinks crowd. After our second drink, Emily took my hand and stood up.“I want to dance,” she said, as my heart dropped. I knew I wasn’t a good. I slowly sat up, felt the corset pinch and using the pillar of the four-post bed, hauled myself to tottering standing. My feet hurt already. I looked at Charleen and gave her a weak smile. "Time to rock, Bobbi," She yelled over the music. "Mary, you weakling. I want 100 pushups. Bobbi, let's get you fixed up to go. To the bathroom with you. Chop chop!"My head suddenly hurt. I had a hangover in a corset. Wait for the bathroom, I thought, all I want is some aspirin, a cup of espresso and a nap..