I think you'll find it cooler than wearing a shorter wool kilt."The skirt was no big deal, but it turned out there was a trick to being laced into a c...orset, one that Vicky needed another hand or two for. "No big deal," Sandy said. "It's one of those things that comes with practice. I've gotten to the point where I'd just as soon wear a corset as anything else, but I've been doing it for a while."It really was pretty snug when she got done lacing it up, but Vicky found she liked the sheer,. I smiled at her. "Don’t worry, I think so too." Bit her lip and punched my shoulder. Our landlord turned around, and fuck him, he was good looking. His face looked like it was sculpted, reminding me a bit of Hugh Dancy. Hating him already, I sort of wanted to touch his face. He didn’t have the rock-hard, chiselled-out-of-marble abs I was expecting, however. A flat stomach curving into hipbones you just really wanted to put your hands on. I caught myself staring, turned to my wife, then caught. He was too strong. With me still held up against him, he turned us and started walking toward the table. I was barely able to move with him. My knees felt shaky below me as he rubbed my clit. “On your knees,” he commanded. Doing as I was told, I knelt on the floor as he spun a chair around in front of me and sat down. I waited for my next command as I eagerly watched his bulge throb with each of his heartbeats. “Well?” he asked. My eyes were still focused in on his cock throbbing through. Taking a deep breath, Hadley collapsed on the couch and contemplated taking out her phone to call her family and let them know that she had gotten into town safely. It was only noon, and with the time difference everyone would be at work so she figured to leave them be. There was so much more that she could be doing with the time, like getting out and exploring the neighborhood. Her body angrily fought against her as she ambled up off of the couch, but she was bound and determined not to slow.