At least that's what i told myself. Maybe i was just a perverted sex-addict craving approval from strangers for forbidden acts, but who was willing to...settle for some cheap thrills and a good, solid, over-the-top, eleven-squirts-in-a-row orgasm. Whatever. I knew what had to happen next. I reached down to the open handcuff and before i could stop myself or have second thoughts or even first houghts, i closed it around the middle bar. It latched tight with that iconic sound of ratchet teeth. It. That too became a more regular occurrence – all quite innocent though. Then, over Christmas, we visited some relatives for a f****y gathering. We played cards and I found myself sitting on the floor facing Doreen. She was sitting on the sofa. As we played cards, I found I was getting a lovely view up her skirt. She was wearing tights but also a panty girdle. The card game was hilarious and, as she giggled, she’d part her legs very slightly and I’d get a full flash. It wasn’t really until then. ”“Of course,” Jules replied, “I wasn’t expecting to be conscripted. Though I wasn’t quite sure, since you had me wear the armor,” he added as he gestured to the heavy plating that he was wearing over his clothes. “It is a shame that I won’t be able to see the Araxie’s performance for myself, but I’ll just have to rely on your report, Sergeant Simmons.”“Oh, but you can,” the Marine said with a grin. “Why do you think I asked you to bring your armor with you?”Simmons stepped forward and unclipped. For the moment I settled on brushing my hair so that it was at least decent, then I went and slipped on a pair of cowboy boots. They felt somewhat uncomfortable to me, not having ever worn cowboy boots before, but I knew that this was something that Rick found attractive, and I knew that I'd need the practice. I walked around my apartment for half an hour, getting used to my new footwear, and the somewhat embarrassing clothes I was wearing. Still, almost in spite of myself, I had to admit.