She rose on her hands and knees as he impatiently pushed her skirts up. He stared hungrily at her bared backside while fumbling with the buttons on hi... trousers. When he had freed his erection, he pressed it against her behind. She bucked against him slightly and with a low groan he slowly slid inside her. She pressed back and met each of his thrusts, pulling him deeply into her. He reached around her and gently squeezed her breasts in his hands, finding the nipples and rolling them between his. Then we're burning that one." Boy," I said. "I think I'll go rob a bank." What?" they both said."I must be invisible. So, I may as well use it."They went back to ignoring me. "I see him in a nice pencil skirt andcropped sweater," said Melissa. "Show off those curves he has. That andthose legs." You know, this is making me a little nervous, Melissa. I mean we dowork together. This is a little too personal."She put her arm around me. "Relax, Brian. What happens in Barney'sstays in Barney's. This. One of the men, mean-while have produced a pair of cuffs from somewhere and draw your arms behind your back, cuffing your wrists to make your exposure, your lack of control, even more complete. It’s not as if you’d need cuffing, being ordered about, seeing me showing, that I approve of their control of you is more than enough to keep your hands submissively out of the way. Yet the cuffs reinforce your status, and in a way as soon as they close you feel yourself relaxing into them; one less part. I feel how wet his skin is and realize I must be just as wet.“Tell me what it’s like, Julia, when you wear my stuff and someone feels you up. Do you like it?” To judge by our exertions and acrobatics a few minutes earlier he likes it a lot, but I want to hear him say it.“You know Mel, don’t you?”I nod. Mel, Julian’s other best friend, has been a fixture in our house along with Julian since they were little.“I wore that patterned bra and panty set of yours I like so much. You know the one.”“Oh,.