Laura drifted, eyeing me through half-closed lids, then pointed at my trousers and crooked her finger. I unzipped my fly and moved the underwear aside... my phallus springing towards her, full and veined. She let out a little squeak, chewed her lip and whispered, "Just fuck me." I crawled over her and sank inside with no resistance. She sighed as our faces drew level and tasted herself from my lips, tongues lancing, our bodies beginning a harmonious rhythm. She was a sensual, wet, passionate. Also, I knew Nanette would enjoy tightening the monstrosity around mewhile I could only look forward to eight or ten hours being painfullyencased in its grip of stiff rayon and nylon. That agony of course, wouldbe intensified by having to wear spike heels. I remembered the counseland training given to me by dear Dame Oblea. I would endure for the sakeof making my husband proud and would also make doubly sure that Nanettewas well aware of what I suffered for her sake.There are consolations. You will turn around again and begin caressing your body. You will start hesitantly.You will turn yourself on, for only you know what you like best. You will touch yourself for your pleasure, and my observance. You will forget I am there, watching with all my attention on you and how you pleasure your body.You will let me witness your arousal. You will let me see the muscles in your body grow taut — calves, thighs, abs, arms. You will let me watch you cum, your hand a blur between your open. I flopped myself down on the bed next to her, propped my head up on my hand and took in the view. Lily was glistening with sweat. I reached over to the side of the bed where we had left a bottle of wine in ice to chill the night before. I grabbed a handful of ice crystals and sprinkled them onto her torso. She opened her mouth and her lip quivered but she said nothing. The ice melted fast and ran in rivulets down her body. I took a bigger piece and held it over her clit. She tried to move but I.