I could only hope Sir would allow me tomake a proper lunch.The next page of my schedule asked me to insert my ball gag and padlockmyself into my Lycra..."Morphsuit". Closing the lock was nerve racking, I shutmyself into our bedroom closet, tied my feet and handcuffed myself. Theorder was to wait here for an hour, but there was a twist, Sir had forbiddenme to bring in a clock. The total enclosure of the suit was claustrophobicenough but being locked in it was horrible. There was no way to take. The dress had buttons down the front starting at the plunging neckline and ended at the bottom of the dress. Once she had everything, she was to send him a picture. He also asked for her name, her real name since he would need it for their date. Now standing in the hotel lobby, she was both excited and nervous as she asked the hotel receptionist for the key. The young man did a double take as he looked at Lucy. She looked fantastic. Her long wavy blond hair contrasted nicely against the black. “There are many things we don’t deserve in life, Alison. Especially for people my colour in a country like this. We’re used to taking all sorts of blows for each other. That’s love.”“Love…” Alison tried to think – but instead, spoke, “Yes, but to take a blow for your sister is one thing – but for me…?” Alison wanted to continue, to ask why – but she already knew the answer to that question – and Rob knew that she knew.Alison paused. Rob waited.“I’m sorry, Rob, that I was so awful to you – you. Looks like I'm the lucky one tonight."Steve watched his wife straddle him, impale herself, and slowly post up and down on his cock. He had to smile; Debbie didn't need to know that the erection she was enjoying was courtesy of his fantasizing about fucking Cathy. He watched his wife fuck with a smile of deep enjoyment. He realized that she had done nothing wrong - what had occurred at the Halloween party was all Alex's fault. Cathy had done nothing wrong - once again, it was Alex's fault..