This meant that Mistress could sit me down and do my eye make up and lipstick.I was starting to get worried as Mistress had hardly said a word all the... time I had been here.Next came the catsuit, it took an age to get on as it was so tight but I just loved every second of it, mostly the noise as the shiny latex squeaked as I was pulling it over my shaved body and my breast forms.I could tell by the amount of clothes on the bed that even though I was covered in latex apart from my eyes and lips. "I Love You"She was mine. I knew it. In the bag, as they say. A racing certainty.Despite my wife's tossing and turning, pulling of the duvet to her side and other bad bed behaviour I slept peacefully - savouring the time I was awake and thinking of what had been and what would be. A thousand delights occurred to me. Towards morning my thoughts took a strange turn. During my years as a teacher and then headmaster I had been conscious of powerful desires for many of my students. It was a torment. The dance floor was crowded, swollen with anerotic jostling of squirming loins and legs and asses. The bass was so deep and thundering it was more of a primeval thing felt throughout the body rather than heard, with various lights synchronized to the rhythmic, almost hypnotic sensual beat that cycled on and on as various songs were smoothly sequined in not knowing when one song ended and another started.Extensive bars were set up throughout the club, there were no places to sit, you literally. Her state of undress was now reduced to denims and knickers at her ankles, he slid his hands in between her arms, cupping each of her small breasts, one in each hand, he used these as leverage, as he moved-in and out of her and I remember being fascinated watching his ball sack bouncing wildly of the back of her thighs, as they fucked like two possessed demons. She was making the most noise during intercourse, almost a****l in origin, but clearly showing she was more into it, especially in.