?Sure? I answered. Jess asked me to call in the order as shewent about putting her nail-care accessories away. She was still in thebedroom checking he... email when the doorbell rang. ?Get that, hon.? sheshouted from the other room. My heart skipped a beat and my stomachdropped as even the thought of someone seeing me wearing nail polishcrossed my mind. ?Are you crazy!? I nearly-silently shouted from thedoorway. ?Oh, sorry, dear? she apologized realizing my potentialembarrassment with a. I wasn’t angry about this just horny knowing that I’d soon be getting some ass.She looked just like her pictures from her on-line add. She was just what I wanted an attractive experience provider. She was about 5’2”, 40 years old and maybe 10 pounds overweight. She was wearing skin tight hot pants and a tank top covering her b-cup titties. I left the cash on the table and reached for her plump round ass. She melted into my arms and started kissing my face and neck which I know is unusual for. She blushed, and began to trace onefinger up and down the stays of the corset as she replied, "Myboyfriend and I broke up 3 months ago. I guess I'm just here lookingfor something to make me feel sexy again." . "I'm sorry to hear that, " I said,"but it's probably for the best. I don't think he understood yourspecial needs. You see, this is a very special garment, for a veryspecial type of woman. It's a restraining garment, designed to givethe wearer the feeling of being. I found myself hurrying home to see what she had given me. Sometimes she replaced one pair of panties for another, sometimes she left something new, but always worn. Slowly, my collection grew, and it got sexier, colors replaced whites, laces replaced cotton, naughty replaced utilitarian. But nothing was ever said between us about any of this. Even on weekends, when we were alone in the house all day, life continued as if nothing had ever changed. One day, a marvelous day, I came home to.